Ashkenazi Cancer

The Post Surgery Gift

Written two years ago, wobbly and foggy headed. Written from hospital bed high above the Seattle skyline. The surgeon…

The Loneliness of Cancer

Cancer

A hike alone

When I Can’t Pray. What God Does With Muted Souls

And The Soul Felt It’s Worth; Christmas And What’s Missing

Prosthetic Expected — It’s NOT ME.

Tomorrow I get a prosthetic. A strange fake thing that is suppose to look real, feel real, make me look normal. I hate it already and I don’t even have it. I want to hurl it as far as my lame girl throw is able. I want to see if the damn thing skips on water. Can it…

Breast Cancer. Will I Raise My Child?

My four year old is pretending again. “She’s my mommy.” she says, referring to our friend enjoying an end of the day…