Writing and knowing that someone bears witness to my attempts to make sense of this experience is a huge gift. (Thank you). I admit to feeling a kind of pious, selfless pleasure, this morning, knowing I was giving Nancy that gift. And, as always when I get a little above my station the universe, in the form of Nancy’s story, is quick to turn my thinking on its head.
Read MoreThe kids in Joshua’s grade had to write a reflective essay this week. They were asked to select a poem or song which reflected something important to them. I got this note from Joshua’s (and my) friend (and teacher to us both) about a different boy in the grade.
Read MoreThursday was Joshua’s memorial. It was, for me, a moment that counted. There were many, many people who got that but also – and this is why I feel like such a fool – many people who had sent me “anything you need” messages through the year that were missing.
Read More“Cardiac patients seem to notice all the risks in the world,” she said. “Often they end up being afraid to do things on their own. It robs them of their independence.”
Cancer, it seems is the same.
Read MoreUntil this year cancer has always been a slightly sordid word for me. It got stuck in my mouth and came out muttered or garbled: Smmcanther. There’s a piece of me that still worries that either cancer or the misery it brings could be “catchy”.
Read MoreI am not, as a rule, a wedding fan. Aside from the current worry for Josh they also present threats on multiple fronts for your average, socially awkward introvert. Yesterday proved me right and wrong.
Read MoreIt’s very hard to talk about the gifts that cancer has brought us – especially when we are still “in” it. A perfect day is surely one of them.
Read MoreI complained about my lack of friends to Jackie (who IS actually a friend). I wondered how never got invited to things. I wanted to know how come everyone else had a book club. I (the person I know who reads the most) read alone.
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