Is this Recovery?
Year 10 of my scan-to-scan existence. I don’t know what’s more amazing: that I’m still alive or that the cancer has become (almost) chronic. Please
Year 10 of my scan-to-scan existence. I don’t know what’s more amazing: that I’m still alive or that the cancer has become (almost) chronic. Please
I’m between scans again, or should I say still? The latest one left the oncologist and the pulmonologist frankly puzzled. Something new and strange had
December 31, 2018. The seventh anniversary of my cancer diagnosis. I’m as surprised still to be alive as I am to be relying on my spiffy, purple walking stick […]
Since I’m not Pope Francis, what will it mean for me to live with 2/5ths of my lung capacity gone, thanks to my last encounter
Last year, around the time I created the “scanxiety” collage, one of my tumors started to change size, which led to surgery this past January.
I will be giving a talk on November 20th at an interdisciplinary conference in France (in French, English, and Spanish) with the overarching theme: “Memories, Marks, Imprints.”
Just as I was preparing to post this long delayed cartoon, I learned that my cancer was active again. I will no doubt have another
After 6 months of “partial remission,” and almost five years of “progression-free survival,” I’ve learned just how partial “partial remission” can be. One of the
The oncologist does not mince words when delivering the scan report. Good news (“Good Pet”) or bad, it’s the facts minus emotion. December 2016 brought
Old-age friendships are slightly different from those made in the past, which consisted largely of sharing whatever happened to be going on. What happens to
Welcome. Some musings on my current preoccupations with the worlds of illness and the worlds of books, the vicissitudes of living with cancer and the need now, in my eighties, to imagine what new writing might be.