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
You have cancer.I have cancer. Inflect each word. *I* have cancer. I *have* cancer. I have *cancer*. The bliss of ignorance, gone. The unknown can’t become unknown ever again. The burden of knowledge—so.very.heavy. On
My first step is coming to grips with the word, ‘survivor.’ I have a love/hate relationship with that word. My gut instinct is to hate it, yet I can’t quite put my finger on