by debwfrank | Mar 31, 2018 | breast cancer, trauma
Photo by Imthaz Ahamed on Unsplash It’s bad with Carol. She’s 2800 miles from family and friends and she can’t even sit up, let alone walk. Lisa flew out when it happened, but in another week, she’s scheduled to take a cruise to Hawaii to celebrate her 25th wedding...
by debwfrank | Mar 30, 2018 | childhood trauma, trauma
Photo by Wade Lambert on Unsplash So, March came in with a roar, but where’s the whimper of its exit? On the way to my bone density measurement appointment, I get a call from Virginia’s daughter. Lisa has bad news. Carol, who is 83, fell down an escalator in Bethesda....
by debwfrank | Mar 23, 2018 | breast cancer
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...
by debwfrank | Mar 13, 2018 | breast cancer
jens-johnsson-415903-unsplash.jpg What’s next? The tumor has been excised and good riddance to it, but it was step one of several. The big decision now is whether to get chemo. A breast cancer tumor by itself won’t kill anyone, no matter how big it gets, so long as it...
by debwfrank | Mar 9, 2018 | breast cancer
I’m back where I don’t want to be, stretched out on a hospital bed, gown open, this time the transducer is circling the other breast, the one that has been spared so far. The screen to my left displays a grainy gray image. The tech has called in the radiologist to...
