Teens groove around a bonfire: playing guitar, passing joints, kissing. A shy girl grows suddenly bold, runs down the beach, shedding her clothes. She runs into dazzling, moonlit water, calling the drunken boy to follow her. … Read More THE FUCKENING
Hello, I’m the husband. It’s been several days since the passing of my beautiful Megan, and I’m still not sure about posting here, but I think it might give some people, including myself, some closure. Megs had 3 battles with cancer, the first 2 successfully treated. The first one came one year into our marriage.… Read More Final Chapter: Part 1
There’s never been an easy time telling my daughter I have cancer, but the first time was the hardest. I didn’t know what to expect from Progeny, and Progeny didn’t know to expect anything at all. … Read More TELLING PROGENY: My Medical History, episode three
Why is it that my first reaction to being diagnosed with breast cancer was shame?
shame. Shame. SHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAME.
Oh, yes, I was mortified. I wanted to turn off my phone (imagine!), hide in my house (with some of the most beautiful scenery in the world outside), watch a lot of feel-good TV (which never makes me feel good), and NOT. TELL. ANYONE.… Read More WHY ME?
It was May 2013 and I had noticed a lump above my left breast. Dreamboat’s doctor-friend (Dr. Friend) got me an appointment for a mammogram right away. The mammogram revealed that the lump in my breast was suspicious. So, Friday, May 31, I returned to the mammography center for a breast ultrasound and, maybe, a biopsy.
I had found the damn suspicious lump, and I couldn’t un-find it.… Read More SOMETHING’S GOTTA GIVE: My Cancer History, Episode Two
Dreamboat and I were out for a walk one late afternoon last week when we spied a friend of ours. I’ll call our friend Benzie because, well, maybe if you know he’s a tall, dark (gray), and handsome, 70-year-old single guy who dates online and drives a 20-year-old Mercedes convertible that’s been patched with no more than two short lengths of duct tape—silver to match the exterior—you’ll get the picture. You wouldn’t mind if he dated your mom (or grand-mom), but you can’t help wondering: what’s wrong with him? Is he just too nice? Or is he a wolf in a sexy-old-guy automobile?… Read More THE DO’S LIST ADDENDUM