Maizey
Maizey is crazy. We call her that and we are the ones who love her. Whether I tell Maizey’s story
breast cancer
I Hear Voices
Not all the time, but fairly persistently throughout my youth and adulthood, I wished for the ability to connect with
Back in the Saddle
I actually used that phase on someone this week. “Glad to hear you’re back in the saddle”, texted in response
A Puppy and Some Ponies
So, um yes, if you read my last post you know that I was in need of some lifting up
Giddyup
I rode three horses yesterday and two today, plus mucking and mowing, and general take-care-of-the-farm work. A year ago, I
Quilting is not an Aerobic Activity
I have my legs back. My feet, too, and — almost — my hands. Two weeks short of switching (some
Caretaking Hope
I don’t want to do it anymore. I don’t want to take that daily little pill to help my body
Cancerversary
I couldn’t find this in my cancer tour guide book; the section on how to determine your cancer-free landmark. It is an important
Stitched Together
I am keeping track and can now count on one hand the number of days until my next surgery. I
“Just Is”
“Just is”– my new motto. I would have it tattooed on some part of my body if I were brave
Just Jump
What do you want to be when you grow up? Me, I wanted to be a therapist — a child therapist,
Beauty
Reagan left. She was here for a week, shouldering by herself the big task of keeping me company in addition to completing
Keeper of the Flame
I am sitting upright now, a thing I haven’t been doing much of these last few days. Surgery on Tuesday went
Piece Work
I am learning to quilt. Well actually, until just this moment, I have been devoted to learning about quilting.
Sixteen
Two weeks ago we met with our oncologist and I mean that in the very personal and possessive sense of
Recuperating with Dogs
Life goes on. How utterly simple and confounding. The essential acts of waking and sleeping and being (relatively) alive and conscious will
Normal Days
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.
Turn the Truck Around
Fear can take up a lot of room, if given even half a chance. In spite of your mighty efforts at optimism,
Bumps in the Road
I have breast cancer. Trust me, I didn’t see that one coming. There is no history of it in our
