I will pray for you

There’s no cancer Mecca where everyone faces east at a specific time of day to pray. If your words are true, come sit with me and share your prayers. Else, please don’t say you pray as a good way to design an end to a conversation you’d rather not have. If I can handle nearly every night in the hospital since thanksgiving except for this last week, it’s okay not to pray or say you even think about it, but maybe you do. So, my heart says, “leave it alone and don’t look a gift rabbi in the mouth.” But I can’t.

Thanksgiving at the House of Horrors Starring Canferatu and his brother Cancula

Ah, we meet again. You ugly, humorless, blood draining, fanged daemon from hell. You were born from a mother whose name started with Cancer. You picked up the baton and since the beginning of man-time you beat people to death, and remain uncured of the evil you’ve successfully spread.  Not one holiday goes by unscathed […]

Ascites: I am a cancer blister

This is what metastatic breast cancer looks like. Not on the days when I am trying to make everyone believe I’m okay. It’s not that I mind looking like I don’t have cancer for the most part. But I don’t put my makeup on every day to prove a thing to anyone but myself. I push too hard most days. Never will I learn to take it easy.

Call in Well

Once in a while, take a “well” day from work Steal time to get sick from lack of fun. Oh, that’s a well day. Ditching work, Like skipping school, or cheating God on Saturday or Sunday, when even Omnipotence takes a break from our sin. Just go splice in a memory or two, Let the […]

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