Crossing Lines: writing eases the loneliness of disease

There’s a peace in solitude yet an anguish in loneliness. I suppose the imposition of solitude with cancer feels the loneliest of all. At that very moment you need all the support you can find, you find yourself isolated even in large crowds. No one can understand whose life is without disease. Dis-ease. Taken apart the word disease explains exactly what causes our loneliness. It’s not being at ease in our own bodies turned against the souls who resided within.… Read More Crossing Lines: writing eases the loneliness of disease

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

The Metastatic Identity : I look different inside

Cancer doesn’t look like me outside but inside I look like cancer. #haiku The above photo collage represents me at turning points in my life over my near 54 years. Anyone diagnosed with any kind of cancer, chronic or terminal illness changes at the core of their essence. Such a granular and fundamental shift in… Read More The Metastatic Identity : I look different inside

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