by debwfrank | Apr 18, 2018 | breast cancer
There was a wig shop next to the place I used to go for Pilates—a dark, 1960s-style free-standing building with a dozen empty parking spaces, all marked with threatening signs. I would glare at the row of empty parking spaces and then drive around back amongst the...
by debwfrank | Apr 17, 2018 | breast cancer
Photo by Holly Obermiller on Unsplash The chemo room is big and sun-lit with several stations to choose from, though most are already spoken for. I take one in the middle near the nurse’s station, the equivalent of near the kitchen in a restaurant. There’s a big chair...
by debwfrank | Apr 13, 2018 | trauma
Photo by rawpixel on Unsplash It’s been apparent all week that I need to be here. There was and is much to sort out and it isn’t like Carol can hop out of bed and see to it herself. The level of disorganization seems pervasive. On Monday, Carol shook her head and...
by debwfrank | Apr 9, 2018 | trauma
Photo by Martha Dominguez de Gouveia on Unsplash What do you do when something awful happens to one of your most important people? You do anything you can to make a difference. That’s why I’m here in Baltimore. It meant a last-minute (which is to say nauseatingly...
by debwfrank | Apr 4, 2018 | breast cancer
Photo by Mark Asthoff on Unsplash It took me a while to realize that roller coasters weren’t fun anymore. All that high-speed jerking around, slamming first one way, and then the other, and having the bejeezus scared out of you. Why was that ever fun? Real life roller...
