Borrowed time: (To)live on borrowed time to continue living after a point at which you might easily have died: Since his cancer was diagnosed, he feels as if he’s living on borrowed time. to continue to exist longer than expected: It is unlikely that serious decisions will be made by a CEO living on borrowed […]
Tonight about 7:00 after chemo, I fell asleep leaning back in the driver’s seat of my Mini in the car park adjacent to Stanford South Bay Cancer Center. A deep, unpredicted snooze just after my second to last Taxol infusion. * Apparently, I’m deathly allergic to yucca, the tree Taxol is extracted from, and I […]
This poem, though inspired by some disease that requires I become prostrate to the big grayish pallor of the gaping mouths of machines, represents otherwise the first of several metastatic nods to national poetry month. And, understandably very much inspired by my own internal struggles: doubts in the treatments, one that causes chemo brain, causes degradation of my body, causes me to want to seek out other therapies.
On the precipice of my fifth year of living with, not dying from metastatic cancer, I regard my life as a lucky one. No crazed busses have hit me, no falling airplane debris bonked me on the head, no Acme holes swallowed me up (a la Wile E. Coyote trying to capture the turbocharged Road […]