To Thine Own Self Be True

It was always so perplexing as a child. My mother would be mad at us for something and when mom was mad it meant the silent treatment. This silent treatment may last a day, a week, even months. I mean nothing. Just coldness, and hostility, and passive aggressiveness,...

Chemo #2: A Room Full of Hope and Love

I remember when I first walked into the chemo room where I receive my treatments.  At first glance it is quite uninviting, certainly not a place I would choose to frequent.  It is monotone in shades of white and blue and grey, with a few windows letting in a hint of...

Je Ne Sais Quoi

Literal meaning: “I do not know what.”  Other definintitions: A quality that is hard to describe. Indefinable, elusive, often pleasant. I’ve alway had a bit of Je ne sais quoi.  While I’ll happily accept the “often pleasant”part of...

First Chemo and my Angel Named Karen

Today I walked an unknown path, my first day of Chemo.  The word Chemo holds such vivid emotion for so many and these emotions are hard and scary an unsettling.  It’s a picture of someone lying bald in the fetal position too sick to stand  up.  It’s ports...