The End of the Beginning

I’m almost done. This Friday, May 4, 2012, is my last chemo. I don’t want to go, but I’m doing it anyway—because I don’t want to be a quitter. Because I don’t want to reproach myself later if the...

Adventures at Traffic Court

When Todd got a ticket for supposedly running a red light this spring, I convinced him to fight it. So it was only fair that I meet him at the Denver City and County Building at 4:30 on a Friday...

Catkins at Dusk

This photograph is dark and blurry, but still I like it. I took it at the corner of Ellsworth and Cherokee, across from Dailey Park. I had gone out to photograph the still-bare trees in Dailey Park...

Art and Exercise

I just returned from working out at La Familia Rec Center, near Dailey Park in Denver. It’s a few blocks from our apartment. During this cycle of chemo (the third), I was a little later getting...

The Chemo-Chemical Complex

The post I wrote yesterday about chemo was so reasoned, so calm. But later that night, after watching Bright Star by Jane Campion, my true feelings came out. First of all, I have to explain that...

That Old Familiar Road

This week I’m not sure that “adventure” is the right word to describe chemotherapy for triple-negative breast cancer. “Endurance trial” seems wrong too, since my...

Greeting from a past life

Todd and I received an unexpected card today from the woman who bought our home. Let’s call her C. Happy Holidays! I hope enjoying your adventure and are having fun in each new city! Thank you...

Woman at the Barbershop

Once I started chemotherapy for triple-negative breast cancer, I became obsessed with having my hair buzzed at a barbershop before chemo could take it from me. Not that losing hair is new to me. My...

My foolish week

I took Cancer Vixen literally. After reading it, I thought the first couple of days after chemo would be easy. The steroids would keep me pumped until Sunday, at least. Maybe Prednisone works that...