Friday will be the third anniversary of breast cancer surgery, and two years until I get to wear my “In Remission” t-shirt, which I will sure as hell feel that I’ve earned. Here’s what I reflected on a year post-surgery.
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A year ago today, Alan and I woke before dawn and made our way to St. [...]
It’s fifteen minutes to midnight and I feel the need to put this day to bed. Even though I have the television on and there is someone playing a sitar, normally enough to make me rush to the bedroom and pile pillows on my head. (Or switch the television off. )There must be a BBC [...]
This time last year, I wrote this post, about how tennis and birthdays are all wrapped up in memory with the drug trial that left me looking like a sunburned turnip and afraid I was going to die. (Or look like a sunburned turnip forever.) And this time last year, I wondered how I’d be [...]