Eight Years In
Eight Years In It was a typical Friday evening. The workweek was behind me, the weekend was just ahead, and I was doing what I always do after an infusion: bracing for the sleepless night…
Eight Years In It was a typical Friday evening. The workweek was behind me, the weekend was just ahead, and I was doing what I always do after an infusion: bracing for the sleepless night…
Living With Cancer When cancer strikes, a moment often separates everything that came before from everything that follows. It happens without warning, and once it does, you’ll always remember where you were and what surrounded…
In the waiting room, there are people everywhere, and I have never felt so alone. A woman across from me flips through a magazine. A man near the window scrolls through his phone. A cooking…
Before you’re diagnosed, you picture the same scene everyone pictures. The finish line. The last appointment, the final scan, the doctor saying “remission” like a door swinging open. You imagine walking out into ordinary sunlight,…
Before you’re diagnosed, you picture the same scene everyone pictures. The finish line. The last appointment, the final scan, the doctor saying “remission” like a door swinging open. You imagine walking out into ordinary sunlight,…