Radiation, The Final Chapter. Sort Of.
As I sifted through my Sock In the City memories for my last post, I started thinking about what to say regarding radiation. The truth is, when I think about those five weeks, I'm filled with gratefulness. If I wanted to dwell on the discomfort or inconvenience of it all, there's fuel for that. Sure, my arms ached for my husband. For London and Quinn and Eli. Every day I missed their sweet smiles. Every. Single. Day. But still. I had FaceTime. ...Insurance covering state of t
Meet Sock in the City
The day had come to fly back to Houston and begin radiation. I woke London and Quinn to say goodbye. The picture of sweetness...side by side in the bed they share at Grammy and Grandpapa's house. They fell asleep playing "sock puppets"...a current favorite...and both still had their socks on their hands. As small children often do, they continued their play as soon as their eyes opened. My suitcase, waiting by the door, became Sock Stage, Hiding Place, Playground. Which is wh
Under the Knife: My Cancer Story, Part 6
My double mastectomy at MDAnderson was scheduled to be six hours long. It took eight and a half. After I said goodbye to Jason and was rolled into the operating room, it got terribly real. Through the haze of medication I was aware that the room was cold. Bright. Very large. And very busy. All of these people here for me? I hear words of comfort. The sound of the voice mattered more than the words. I couldn't stop crying. I very much wanted this to be someone else's story. I
