Cancer Survivorship & Survivor’s Guilt

I got up this morning, curled my hair all pretty for once, and applied my makeup carefully; I did not want to look like a frump for my presentation at the Pierce County Cancer Survivorship Conference. I pulled into the parking lot. There was not one space left. I was forced to park down the road, which […]

In my last post, I fretted that I would be plagued by survivor’s guilt for a long, long time. Not one day later, here I am whooping it up with my daughter, Adriana, and my “adopted” daughter, Brittany. Boy, we live on the wild side: I’m eating spaghetti and they’re eating ice cream. The funny thing […]

In my last post, I brought up the fact that I’m beginning to have survivor’s guilt. I don’t know exactly when it started, I just know that it seems to be there, all the time, just beneath the surface. At what point does a person shake that off? I wonder. I was discussing the fact that […]

Tonight, at church, I’m going to practice the guiro with the bell choir… and the conga drum guy…and the cowbell guy. Then, I’m zipping over to the gym to play volleyball for a few hours. When I get home, I’m finishing up my homework (due Wednesday) for the creative writing class. What’s happened to me? […]