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

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The Impeachment of a Comic and a Lose for Medicinal Laughter

Louis C.K. as a Sacrificial Ram in a spectacle-crazed narcissistic society I need laughter. A self-prescribed medicine that does me wonders and there are very few comics who leave me in stitches of the good kind; not unlike having “the good kind of breast cancer.” As I write here in California, my healthcare costs rise… Read More The Impeachment of a Comic and a Lose for Medicinal Laughter

The history of Metastatic Cancer: written by the losers

The documentation of metastatic breast cancer is written by those of us who lose our lives to the disease. No one gets to write the end of our story with “she lived happily ever after” – but we aren’t losers. We struggle with the language to describe how our bodies ultimately succumb to a terminal… Read More The history of Metastatic Cancer: written by the losers