I look at my disfigured body… Time creates a distance but that is when time’s paradigm hasn’t been obliterated by trauma. This body I am forced to live in journeys with me in a
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Interesting to me that on the anniversary date of my total hysterectomy and oophorectomy, I had to drive by the medical center that, not only did I deliver my first baby at, but it
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Body pains. Emotional funk. Stomach upset. Existential wonder. Constant as this is, some days it’s next-level loud. Today marks the anniversary of my bilateral mastectomy. The edges of the memories blur only a little due to time passing, but something
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I saw an image. It’s August. My head is spinning. The image is of the famous statue of Juliet in Verona, Italy. The caption: “to be a woman….” People have nearly bore a hole
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Hey! I’m back for a moment. Maybe two? Who knows. I had this really grand plan for my blog for 2024, each month following a similar plan and pattern, offering learnings in a predictable
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What does CTMT mean? It means “Cancer Teaches Me Things” “There has been nothing like cancer to teach me about the things that matter. Things mattered before, sure, but different things matter and things
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What does CTMT mean? It means “Cancer Teaches Me Things” “There has been nothing like cancer to teach me about the things that matter. Things mattered before, sure, but now different things matter and
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Cancer teaches me things. Cancer teaches me things. That’s the entire premise of The Purposed Sailor. It’s the underpinning of every story and blog and concept and challenge I share. It’s an anchor point for
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Another new metaphor. Speaking of…. And then there’s…. So, on that note…. Another new metaphor. What a shipwreck cancer is. I was living life on charted waters, predictable to its highest degree possible. My
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Balloons. More balloons. Perspectives. More perspectives. Balloons. The vantage point of cancer changes the way I see time. It is in such a tilted kilter as it isn’t what it once was, and it