Tag: breast cancer

How I learned to stop arguing and love this pain

The past 10 days brought what would have been the 76th birthdays of both of my deceased parents and the first year since my mother’s death. My husband started his therapy back up but he’s not keeping with his doctors orders. My stepson who is 18 is on the precipice of failing high school and

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Cantcer

I can’t sir. I am not prone tonight to eat heaving and Sounding out sloppy syllabic English. Sisyphus gave blood I heard yesterday Helping out our cause at the five and dime. When outnumbered run faster, he remarked Wiping his brow and tossing aside a bead from his neck. Colors streaking and bleeding while Ten

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Cancer: you don’t know shit from Shinola

Brunch. Sex. A drive. Shop for antiques. Take in a movie. Chilly out? I got sweaters and coats! Sex. Nap. Dinner. Goodnight. That was then. Get going about 11. Take pills. Put on clothes. Determine whether or not my energy level allows for an outing. Decide to stay home. Make brunch for husband. Sit down.

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