Friday the 13th
January 13, 2012
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Friday the 13th — she’d had worse days. Cancer puts superstition in its place. Today was just another day to get through. Continue reading
Friday the 13th — she’d had worse days. Cancer puts superstition in its place. Today was just another day to get through. Continue reading
Out from under herself — the feeling of returning after the worst has passed. Tentative, blinking, still here. Continue reading
She had a feeling. The kind you learn to trust when you’ve been living this close to the edge of everything. Continue reading
A flurry of e-mails keeping family and friends in the loop. The labor of illness is partly administrative. She managed it well. Continue reading
An odd message arrived. The kind that makes you wonder if the universe has a direct line to your situation. Continue reading
More what-for: more tests, more questions, more waiting. The cancer marathon never ends. You just learn to pace yourself. Continue reading
Cabin fever — stuck inside in winter, inside an illness, inside a waiting game. She was itching to be somewhere else. Continue reading
A new test with no date yet — the peculiar limbo of cancer care, where everything is urgent and nothing is scheduled. Continue reading
Surgery again — because the cancer demanded it. She went into the operating room with clear eyes and came out still fighting. Continue reading
