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
My sister Sarah has been harassing me for days asking to help. Truly, every morning I get a text asking, "How may I help you today?" Her persistence and annoying texts paid off and today was her big day. She got the bid to take me to MD Anderson for my echocardiogram and chemo using … Continue reading Sister Act
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
