A recent conversation with my cousin got me to thinking about how long I could afford to live. Recently my cousin returned to her oncologist after an experimental protocol she was on failed to keep
I almost lost my husband to testicular cancer. Not once, but twice. The first time was when he was 31 years old and our daughter was 11 months old. Then second time she was 16.
On March 4, 1920 a father rejoiced in the birth of his son. It was a birth that was not to have happened for his wife had a weakened heart. And yet, there was his
I was receiving medical care recently and the nurse was reviewing my medical history. There is a lot of history, folks – a plethora of history – a history that makes one tired just reading
I had been receiving antibiotic infusions for the last ten days and had not seen a doctor since that first late afternoon when I presented to their office with cellulitis of the breast. I was
Its morning and I wander into my favorite room– the living room. It’s away from the beehive hum of the house and bombardment of world news on the TV. It has a warm, study like
It was 7:30 am and Thad and I were already having “a discussion”. Not a great way to start the day. Maybe it was because we were rushing around getting dressed, feeding and walking the