I’m sitting here in the quiet. A place that I have grown to yearn for and love but a place that didn’t actually really exist for me until cancer. Sure, I had times of
Foggy head. A struggle to focus. Dreadful body pain. A stagnation of progress. Complacency to exist. A sadness so very deep. My heart, heavy with memories of waking up in a hospital room, holes
It was at about this same time that I was coming to, the deep sleep and fog of anesthesia slowly lifting with each minute that passed. I tried to move but my body felt
Do me a favor. Please. Touch the skin on your arm, move your hand and feel the sensation as you move it…your nerve endings perking up as your hand passes over as they recognize
On a walk with a friend tonight, she said something interesting. She was talking about this place in California that she loves to go to because she can just sit and watch the water
I am sitting here counting down the minutes until a live virtual event starts where I am going to be honored by the Cancer Support Community and MyLifeLine.org Cancer Foundation with the 2020 George
I look at life through an “everything has meaning” kind of lens. I’m always looking for the connections, the metaphors that illustrate life, the deeper meanings that come with something as small as a
A, I’m so sorry. I’m sorry you got the call. I’m sorry you heard the words. I’m sorry you’re checking things off of a very unwanted list of directives. I’m sorry for your people.
I launched this personal site today–The Purposed Sailor–3 years to the day that I started daily writing out my cancer story. My heart in this endeavor is to continue to process the wholeness of
*Now, before you totally cancel me for saying that (because it’s weird, I know), I want to explain. First, I tend to say things that some people won’t say, can’t admit or simply don’t