It’s probably not back. But if it is, it’ll kill me. Every six months, I travel to the Bay Area for tests to see if my triple-negative breast cancer is ... Read more
I met a guy at a party. At first, he was quite the charmer, one of those middle-aged guys who was the most popular guy in high school. Standing within ... Read more
I shivered in the parking lot at my kid’s school with four other moms. Originally, I planned to peel out of there before anyone could see me, but Leeanne caught ... Read more
The hardest part of cancer? That’s a loaded question, but telling my kid about it ranks up there at the top of that list. Lauren had just turned 10 ... Read more
While my doctor’s fingers massaged my breasts and cradled my hard, almond-sized lump, we had a peculiar conversation. She was from the Bay Area but traveled to tiny Lakeport for ... Read more
Through the unlikeliest of circumstances, I found myself in a first-class seat on a flight to Guatemala this week. They actually served warm almonds in fine china. I enjoyed mine ... Read more
“No fresh flowers,” my doctor said. “Avoid salad. No uncooked food. And don’t bring visitors home.” Treatment for breast cancer took the better part of a year, and a lot ... Read more
On New Year’s Eve, I put on a gown. It was a blue- and white-striped number, short, tied at the waist, and opened in the front. This little get-up wasn’t ... Read more
I have skinny wrists, so I’ve never gotten into the habit of wearing bracelets. I seldom get a manicure, so I don’t wear rings that draw attention to my hands. ... Read more
“Don’t eat or drink anything, because you might need a surgical procedure today,” my nurse told me. “You have to fast for at least eight hours, or they can’t do ... Read more
