Photo by freestocks.org on Unsplash Yesterday I woke up to a stomach so loud the neighbors across the creek probably heard. Not so bad on its own, but the nausea and headache I could have done without. It felt like a hangover, but at Taste of Colorado the night before...
Today I’m meeting my oncologist, Dr. Ormsby. I’m convinced that he wants me to have chemo without further testing, so I don’t plan to like him. I’m ready for a battle. It doesn’t help that he has the most earnest face. He’s tall and very young-looking and hand-bumps...
I live, hike, and write in Salt Lake City.
I write mostly about losses of all kinds: grief, illness, coming from a messed-up family—and making a good life regardless of how rough the raw material is.