Truth. That’s what you will find in Nancy Stordahl’s memoir Cancer Was Not a Gift & It Didn’t Make Me a Better Person: A Memoir About Cancer as I Know It. The book’s title is telling: Stordahl exposes the ugliness that breast cancer really is. In a culture of pinkwashing and stories about how breast … Continue reading the story "Cancer Was Not a Gift & It Didn’t Make Me a Better Person: A Review"
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My cats Hemi and Cosette have been with me for years, and I’ve been blessed: they have been relatively healthy. Until last week. It started with my beloved Cosette. She suddenly lost her appetite, had diarrhea, was lethargic, and withdrew. No interest in sleeping in momma’s bed. I tried coaxing her to eat, and when that didn’t work, I called the veterinarian for advice and … Continue reading the story "In Sickness and In Health"
As is the case for many people affected by breast cancer, this disease has claimed my trust. I don’t entirely trust my body. It has betrayed me and can betray me again. I sometimes reside in hell, where aches and pains and the scary results of a bone scan assail me with fears of recurrence. Prior to cancer I believed if I ate healthy foods … Continue reading the story "How Do I Distrust? Let Me Count the Ways…."
This piece is based on my diagnosis and treatment years ago. One of the issues people with a serious illness face is that feeling of life spinning out of control. To this day, I have control issues, especially when seeing my doctors, and it stems from my breast cancer experience. “You will see the oncologist on this date,” my chemo nurse politely tells me. “But I have … Continue reading the story "Cancer as Dictator"
Last week, Ari and I were in Florida visiting my parents. It was partly a much-needed vacation. The day after my daughter and I arrived, we all got in my rent-a-car and made a beeline to Miami and saw some sights. We stayed a couple of days, and it felt good to finally have a vacation, albeit too short. It was good to get away. But when … Continue reading the story "The Bird Whisperer"
Dazed and downcast, I sit on a box the movers set down at my new apartment. One of them tells me, “Why are you so sad? Your life’s just beginning! I’m divorced, and my life is the happiest ever. Yours will be, too.” I wonder if he is on crack. Happiest ever? I will never be happy again. I’m also upset that the movers know too much … Continue reading the story "Moving Out, Moving On"
I wrote this poem when I found out I was infertile from chemotherapy treatments. It was also time when many people I knew were pregnant and went on to give birth. “Infertile Crescent” The moon’s always full, but I’m a gaping crater, mother of all craters, where crates of eggs used to be. Grief grates on me. I won’t feel an unborn child’s kick. Instead I’ve been kicked in the face. And my chemo-atrophied … Continue reading the story "A Poem to Celebrate National Poetry Month"
Just two days ago, a former co-worker at a former company informed me that our former boss died from lung cancer. She was 62. I simply couldn't believe it. My former boss was so vibrant and alive. She was too young for cancer. … Continue reading the story "Shock"