Days of Futures Past

I try to follow the old rule “fool me once shame on you. Fool me twice shame on me.” But there’s not a one of us who can honestly say we’ve not gone back for more foolishness given instances of grief, love, passion, obsession, and even hope. What makes us continue to go back for more chemotherapy falls into this category. There’s no instance of chemotherapy being the cure of cancer. But we’ve seen success with it over the course of our disease. It’s not foolishness but hope that dries us to swallow the pills, be injected with or being lasered with by the very things that cause cancer.… Read More Days of Futures Past

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Connections: The impact of terminal illness on relationships

Who wants to die without seeing everyone you’d want to see and saying all the things you want to say to the most precious gifts life has to offer: of friends you make along the “long and winding road,” to quote Lennon and McCartney. I’d venture to guess not a single person would pass up the an opportunity like that. Or would you? … Read More Connections: The impact of terminal illness on relationships

Cancer, Hope, and Stress: A Home, A Heart, and A Head

My fourth cancerversary was Monday, but I didn’t marry the cancer. Cancer does it’s best to have death come to our wedding and walk me down the aisle by separating me from Craig because of drug resistant depression, and I do not believe in polyamory or open marriages. Even with a 25% chance of living five years past a metastatic breast cancer diagnosis I think I might have a great chance of making it. Hope is a strategy.… Read More Cancer, Hope, and Stress: A Home, A Heart, and A Head

Integrative Hope: the prison of a diseased body

Perhaps Stephen King in some way delivered a beautiful metaphor for living in a body that’s turned into a prison by disease. Yet hope springs alive in each one of us regardless of circumstances. No one deserves a killer body, just as an innocent man doesn’t deserve to go to prison for a crime he didn’t commit.… Read More Integrative Hope: the prison of a diseased body