Cancer is Not Cancer; The Agony of being Dependent.

This was written when I was still quite sick a number of months ago. I was too low at the … More

What Race are the Kindest of Doctors?

I had a doctor once, slight of stature, brown kind eyes, practical wash and wear hair, nothing fancy about her, … More

Breast Cancer killed you. It took and done way with you, my friend. Tore your life away. Now you’re gone. … More

This morning, through dawn light, sitting in the stillness of my early hour house, eyes yet to focus, I glance … More

I use to be who I am now Fat and covered in cellulite Always hiding sloppy me I didn’t the … More

Today a friend commented after having told her how I’m doing, “So, no changes,huh?” That is so depressing to me. … More

The drive to Nordstroms to meet with the plastic part fitter, I’m a mess. Want to go alone, but find … More

Tomorrow I get a prosthetic. A strange fake thing that is suppose to look real, feel real, make me look … More

My four year old is pretending again. “She’s my mommy.” she says, referring to our sweet friend enjoying an end … More

I’ve taken a trip to hide. My husband has business here intermittently, and having just had my breast removed because … More