By Saturday morning the removal of another 6.5 liters of fluid drain from me like a waterbed by one of three periocentesis experts, whom I’d met just a year prior right on the same date who came in to poke a hole in my right lower abdomen and guided by an ultrasound and his body of knowledge he said, I swear, “let’s drain you dry.” And drain I did to 15 lbs of relief.
http://advocates4breastcancer.org This awesome web portal got on my radar in a private “closed” Facebook group for caregivers of and people with metastatic breast cancer. You’ll find everything from links to groups with emotional support resources to the tangible sorts like copay assistance. It’s a bit design challenged, but don’t let the “crayon” drawings fool you […]
Expressing the greedy silence A picture’s worth of words Swallowed whole by memory’s avarice. Wishing wells charge five cents for Lies it disguises as your dreams and Sells for a penny a dozen accidents. Ascending into the ravenous night, Darkness craves sleepers who whisper Hungry with the first sun’s frowning light. Handmade gifts thoughtfully cost […]
Try walking in these shoes just for one day. Your voice sharpened by authority – a self important tyrant of numbers counting lives in dollars. My money or my life? Extorting me for capsules of poison without which I die. I found a pot of gold burried deep out in our backyard. Yet treasure comes […]