Paula W. Millet,  Author

I am back in the infusion center. I spend a lot of time here, not particularly by choice. Two days ago, it was as though all the lights...

I recently read a magazine article written by a woman in her late twenties lamenting that “lifetime achievement awards” were only granted...

Four days ago, I anxiously sat in a crowded reception area of the radiology department of the hospital, waiting for my name to be called....

I belong to several online groups of women who share the diagnosis of ovarian cancer. Collectively, we have experienced every possible...

I am back in the infusion center, getting two units of blood. This is the second time I have been the recipient of someone’s unselfish...

I spend a lot of time in the infusion center hooked up to some drug designed to kill this cancer and keep me on my feet. This week, I...

I felt the perception shift like a seismic rumble, the effect so powerful that it rattled my bones. That description might be a little...

We are all familiar with the five stages of grief that begins with denial and ends with acceptance. Like most of the truly difficult...

We were foster failures. Normally, labeling any endeavor as a failure would be considered a disappointment, but in the topsy-turvy world...

This afternoon, on the eve of New Year’s Eve, I have been sitting here trying to think of how to close the books on the old year, while...