Traversing my inner space wearing the lens of metastatic disease, my inner eye wanders into dark places at times. The glasses have me reading invisibilities into ideas that have no real importance. Ideas such as what my life’s purpose what could I possibly serve the world when at the moment I was diagnosed with #metastatic breast cancer three years ago, my needs far outweigh my ability to give. Many days my questions return only an inner sigh of response. My contributions and defining myself and my roles becomes so foggy, so unclear to me.… Read More Peace, Peace: our universe of caregivers
If “it is what it is,” why is it so the collateral damage of metastatic cancer so fucking hard?… Read More It is what it is, huh?
Should FEDEX and UPS have required a signiture as instructed by my agent the special victims unit of CVS Carremark located in India? My chemo came in cardboard boxes including VOLUMOUS amounts of Phizer literature. I used their web site irrespectively, even if the loads of junk mail in both boxes were important they went unread, causing more environmental ugliness that helped my breast cancer to spread in the first place.… Read More #Chemotherapy and The #Customer Experience: #CVS, #Pfizer, and the danger of #outsourcing without educating agents