On Monday, I had surgery to have my port (or portacath) out. That event was a marker in my breast cancer treatment path but also a reminder of the journey and its beginning, the advent of the terror and wonder. Getting ready for surgery was much easier this time than back in September when I … Continue reading Terrible and Wonderful: Chapter 1
This morning I had a plate of grits with two pretty yellow sunny-side-up eggs on top. Typically that wouldn't be a big deal, but after a week of hardly any food's appealing to me, this feels like some kind of triumph. It's got me thinking about what "normal" is. Maybe there is no such thing. … Continue reading Normal?