I returned from Florida on Thursday night very late. Exhausted. Glad for the small things in life, I’d been convinced to get a wheelchair. Having never considered myself handicapped in any way, I’ve avoided the hang tag for my car. Even when I needed it and it’s mot often I wished for the presence of
Category: Death & Dying
Sometimes I feel like there’s worse things than death. Given all the treatments and the life that slowly erodes itself right under my feet, until the very next time I look down. As always I find less and less ground to hold me up. Whenever I grieve for friends, a part of me grieves for
I really like the metaphor of path rather than journey as a descriptive of how we move through our lives with stage IV breast cancer. I am borrowing “path” from Abigail Johnson, blogger and writer at nohalfmeasures.com, attorney, mom, wife. And my friend. We choose the people who walk beside us on the MBC path.