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...
Ultrasounds—they’re not just for getting a first look at your baby. The images are fuzzy beneath-the-skin pictures in shades of gray, but nothing moves. And you don’t have the misery of a bursting bladder. But there’s no joy in it either. My “mass” looks suspicious to...
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.