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
After pulling my hair out by the fistfuls all week, I texted Sarah that it was time. She reached out to our hair stylist, Angelique Hoover, who, in spite of the fact that her grandmother was dying, agreed to come to Sarah's house on Saturday morning at 11:30 to shave my head. Sarah and I … Continue reading Non Sequiturs
Looking for meaning in this cancer diagnosis has proven to be a futile, yet time/heart/mind-consuming exercise. I'm feeling a bit unfairly and cosmically bullied. I play by the rules and do as I'm told. I volunteer at my kids' schools. My high school senior class named me Apple Polisher. "I've tried so damn hard," I texted college … Continue reading Not Getting the Pictograph
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