Cancer Taught Me to Open My Hand
When I thought I was going to die, grief blinded me. Not really for myself. I’ve had a pretty good…
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When I thought I was going to die, grief blinded me. Not really for myself. I’ve had a pretty good…
Continue Reading“It’s way too fancy,” I told my husband. “I’d be overdressed.” My new outfit was a beauty—white and lacy, perfect…
Continue ReadingTwo Fridays ago I was enjoying a later-regrettable Tex-Mex lunch with a former co-worker who I hadn’t seen in way…
Continue ReadingAlmost exactly a year ago at age 43, I was told the words “I’m afraid you have colorectal cancer.” It…
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