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Patient
Letters from the Light
Dear Cancer, It’s been sixteen years. And somehow, you’re still here—still a hater. You keep taking from me, Stealing pieces of who I used to be.
Read More...Dear Cancer: We Are Stronger Than You
You tried to take my life away from me. From my loved ones, from my work, from my home and from my family. You tried to make me give up. You tried to defeat me.
Read More...Desert Island
Living with you is like being stuck on a desert Island while watching boats, yachts, and ships pass you by. People see you on this island, wave, maybe offer you words of encouragement, but no one dares to step foot on this cancerous island, well, no one chooses to anyway.
Read More...Dearest Death
You might be wondering how it is that I could sit here and write a love letter to you. Having you hover above my head, like a dark cloud, over the last 4 years.
Read More...Dear Cancer, Fuck You.
When I heard the theme, my mind went straight to Ted Lasso. Anyone else a fan? It’s a show that sneaks up on you—starts off light and funny, and then out of nowhere, punches you in the gut with emotion and heart.
Read More...Cancer, You’ve Changed Me
I know last time I wrote a letter I said I would always call you by your full name but for brevity’s sake, I will call you that (or your even cooler nickname, LGLL).
Read More...What’s Your History?
Do you have a history of this? No. Do you have a history of that? No. Sorry, these are just routine questions. I must ask some more.
Read More...Done, right?
So you’re done, right? You’re back to normal! Are you going to be increasing your work hours? See, I told you you’d put this behind you!
Read More...Cancer is…
Cancer is… an uncomfortable high heel which the heel broke on, and is squeezing your baby toe
Read More...Everywhere and Always
Dear Cancer, As far as I know I’m not supposed to be stopped in the grocery store in front of all the bread, frozen in my body by a sudden wave of dread and images of sickness. I’m not supposed to be listing chemo drugs in my head as I drive or zoning out of a conversation with my neighbor wondering whether they are scared of death too.
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