The lights within
I am still me. The same as before this triple marathon into the nothingness It was October 16, 2002. We were in Philadelphia, USA. We had...
Becoming part of a different normal
I ordered a wig in anticipation of my hair falling out; I won't be wearing it during chemotherapy “It will take about two to...
When cancer connects to an old piano
The piano appeared to me on an early sleepless morning. The day after I got my diagnosis. “Time for a decision,” it said on my inner...
Choosing life – an active choice every morning
It is all about choosing life and hoping that life chooses you. An active choice must be made. Every single morning. In fact, often...
There are angels walking among us
I have never believed in the ever-young flocks of angels in the Heavens in white robes with oversize swan wings on their shoulders. But...
making decisions in times of change
Things are changing. I would not claim that everything is changing, but certain things are. Each morning when I wake up, I do a quick...
Losing my brows - losing myself
My own immediate health concerns are currently overshadowing my concerns for global warming and international economic distortion. “I...
My thanks to taxus, science and native Americans
The remedies of the original American medicine men were subject to special attention, and it turned out that a particular toxin found in...
Of cancer, mice, (men) and women
I hate the term chemotherapy. Never use it. I call it chemistry. Or when I want to be more specific: poison. “It is actually good that...
when you help others you might eventually help yourself
Today it makes sense in a completely new way that my grandmother in her day took responsibility for raising money for cancer research and...
