My first week with the Red Devil is drawing to a close, mercifully. I did not experience violent nausea (TMI, but I didn't), just the precipice thereof. Taking anti-nausea meds around the clock and knowing my mother sat one groan away in my home all week assuaged my illness to the point that said she and I … Continue reading Contemplating Contradictions
Love at MD Anderson evidences itself in various ways: the valet attendant's radiant smile greeting every anxious visitor as early as 6 am; my friend Michelle, the head phlebotomist in the blood lab welcoming me with, "Miss Carrie Pillsbury! Come on down!"eliciting laughter from patients and their families; the librarian who prepared Valentines chocolates and "Blind Dates … Continue reading Valentine’s Day at the MDA
Sunday at church, Mark and I grabbed our coffee and tea before walking into the contemporary service at St. John the Divine. An old friend stopped us, saying she didn't recognize me with blonde hair. I never know how to reply to others' acknowledgement of my new hairstyle, be it blonde or bald, so I sheepishly … Continue reading Weaving My Story
