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The Great Pumpkin
We’re calling it the Great Pumpkin (thank you, Kim!). It’s starts off as a grapefruit-sized ball of chemo chemical attached to my port in my chest. I wear it for two days as the chemicals drip slowly into my body. When the ball is empty, I get it disconnected, and then I am free from…
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Begin at the beginning and go on till you come to the end; then stop
Mixed feelings today. Excited to finally be attacking this bastard tumor. Anxious about the experience. The injection clinic is nothing like I imagined. I had conjured up an image of a serene, quiet and low-lit (if sterile and institutional) room with rows of patients in recliners. Some reading, some resting, others on their phones or…
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Chemo class
There are three of us in a basement meeting room—two younger women and me. Neither of us knows exactly why the others are there, except that we all angered a god or spirit or demon along the way. Each of us is given a thick packet…the basics of where and when we are to report,…