Hello friends. I am happy to report after spending the better part of the day at Memorial Sloan Kettering that my tumor while not definitively benign is not a metastatic form of sarcoma. It may be a non-metastatic form of sarcoma or a precancerous mass, or a benign but unusual mass. It really doesn’t matter which of those three things it is because all three require the same surgical “cure,” and all three can cause the nerve damage and deformity that my current tumor is causing. So, it’s gotta go… Read more Pre-Op Preface →
In 48 hours I will be close to landing in New York City. I will go to a hotel, I will have dinner. The next day I will be meeting the head of the Sarcoma clinic at Memorial Sloan Kettering. I will have an MRI, I will find out if I will have a biopsy. I will find out if I have cancer. I will find out when I will have surgery. I will not be coming home right away. In 41 hours I will tell my husband and children… Read more 48 hours from now →
Last November I attempted to take a year long break from Facebook, and with a few exceptions I was successful. The first exception was confirming the anniversary date of a loss I experienced. It seems PTSD will remind you of things you haven’t written on the calendar. We have our own biological calendars. I was right, it was that day. I looked it up and left. The second exception was checking in on a friend going through cancer after having a dream about her. She was doing ok, but this… Read more The Vulnerable Parts →
Until two hours ago, I had almost 400 blog posts here that I’d written since late 2011. I deleted 171 of them. I’m not the same person I was last month, much less seven or eight years ago. I’ve changed in so many ways that I can’t even begin to explain in blog posts. I believe I’ve changed for the better, but no change is painless or easy. There are still well over 100 blog posts I’ve not deleted, please enjoy those while I rebuild my website and my life.… Read more Kill Your Darlings →
6 If I can stop on heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain: If I can ease on life the aching, Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin Unto his nest again, I shall not live in vain. ~ Emily Dickson, Book 1 — Life Friday morning I planned to swim, but just before the alarm sounded at 4:40 am I was lost in a dream. I was holding a lovely little dog, a puppy, who had a heart defect, and nothing could be done for… Read more Just a Dream →
Happy New Year (27 days in)! I’m three months in to a full year Facebook fast, so my connection to the online world has been limited at best. Mostly, this time away has been great for my mental health and anxiety. Unfortunately, I’ve also had bronchitis for two of those three months, so I’ve not been in the best of physical health. I’m on the mend though, which is good because I’ve much work to do in Adamsland. 2019 is turning out to be the year of finishing hard things.… Read more Doing the Hard Things →
In the coming year Jim and I will celebrate our 25th wedding anniversary. Today we sit quietly contemplating a different anniversary. Sixteen years ago today we learned that our first… Read more Anniversaries, Traditions, and New Beginnings →
The Christmas of 1977, I was three years old. We were driving home from my brother’s Advent program when Slip Slidin’ Away came on the car radio. Without thought, the words, “Daddy!… Read more How Terribly Strange to be Seventy →
