It’s a new month and that means new daily writing prompts! I liked the ones that I had for January and I’ll probably use them again during some upcoming month, but I want to
For the month of January, I’m going to try something that, if it works, I might continue each month throughout this year. In looking back over these last 1000+ posts, it occurred to me
The night before an onco follow up always feels interesting. I can tell I’m a little off…not overly preoccupied yet by the feelings that will hit hard tomorrow…but certainly preoccupied by the feelings that
Chemotherapy. Like any other word, will mean something different to each person. To the patient. The caregiver. The close family and friends. The distant ones. The doctors and nurses. The receptionists checking in the
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
*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