Sixteen
Two weeks ago we met with our oncologist and I mean that in the very personal and possessive sense of
Two weeks ago we met with our oncologist and I mean that in the very personal and possessive sense of
Life goes on. How utterly simple and confounding. The essential acts of waking and sleeping and being (relatively) alive and conscious will
I have only lost “normal” to the extent that I thought that I “had” normal in the first place. I do not want my past life back. I do not want it, because it is not mine to have. I want the life I have now, this present moment.
Fear can take up a lot of room, if given even half a chance. In spite of your mighty efforts at optimism,