The Miracle
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. Eventually, the tech led me down the long hall to the tiny room designated for PET scan patients. The nurse, who coordinates the needle sticks and dispenses the barium, waved, greeting me by name. I am a frequent flier in this place, a repeat customer. They know me here. After sitting for an hour so that the radioactive poison could make it
The Gratitude Lesson
I belong to several online groups of women who share the diagnosis of ovarian cancer. Collectively, we have experienced every possible complication from the disease, so the wealth of knowledge to be shared is invaluable. But there is also comfort and empathy from these women who understand the fight. Many of my teal sisters have gone through chemo and surgery, celebrating the fact that they are considered NED (having no evidence of disease) after initial treatment. And for so
The Foundation
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 donation and the enormity of the experience has moved me to tears. We are asked to be our brother’s keeper, and I can’t imagine a more appropriate example of that in action. The simple act of kindness is saving my life. This current chemo protocol has been rough. I have entertained thoughts of quitting, but I suppose my will to live is still
