super-fun super-fund

When I was young we lived near a stream called Fields Brook and the Ashtabula river it fed. Read the rest of this entry »


questions

Cancer when you are trying to be rid of it haunts you. Read the rest of this entry »


programming

Sunday started a low iodine diet, Monday the first of two injections of Thyrogen to stimulate my pituitary into tricking any cancer cells to absorb Wednesday’s planned radiation dose. It makes me smile with irony. Whoever wrote the form I will need to sign “I understand this treatment may cause other cancers” could only have been a lawyer.

The injection left me light headed and tired. So instead of work, I returned home to lounge on the couch watching cable TV. I watched scene after scene of automatic rifle fire, massacre and cold blooded slaughter. I wondered how many times similar scenes played, watched by brilliant and socially awkward kids, until the programming is implanted.

Enough of the morose, I wrapped a few presents ( silly ones, my favorite of course ) for the girls and pondered the true meaning of Christmas, and what we miss when we ignore it.


do you dream

Do you dream? Read the rest of this entry »


happy day

Was thinking of presents. Read the rest of this entry »


thanksgiving

Have a blessed thanksgiving Read the rest of this entry »


rebirth through tears

A lovely post from Esengs’s voice inspired this haiku Read the rest of this entry »


scanning

One more scan, less than five minutes on the table while the MRI whirrs around you. The tech is friendly, she is a cancer survivor and we compare scars. “Who’s your surgeon, Donzelli? Mine too, isn’t he just the best.” All done, then it’s off to wait.

Today a call, “We found a brain, and no masses”. If only I had this evidence of a brain when my daughters were teens. They would never have believed it.


the trail

Once having strolled the cancer trail, Read the rest of this entry »


matcha and memories

I wrote a poem, originally posted at my fiction blog as a writing prompt for Madison Woods. Read the rest of this entry »