My daughter came into my bedroom flustered, nervous, and excited. Tonight was her Junior/Senior Prom. This was her first formal dance with a date. She wanted me to help her ...
Cancer
Please find Part One here. It’s hard to ask for and accept help. My grandmother nicknamed me “Little Miss Independent” when I was three, and my older brothers will tell ...
“We have a gift, Betty,” said my new friend as we talked on the phone about what we now shared in common—cancer. Inside I scoffed, “Well it’s a terrible gift, ...
We went on a double date about a year ago with a couple that we had known since we got married almost twenty-five years ago. Their daughters sang in the ...
Whoever eats my flesh and drinks my blood will have eternal life. These words have sustained me in these past months since my diagnosis with Stage 4 Cancer. Suffering is ...