Missing cancer?


I have been writing a long post about recovery, being home, the Seahawks, opera and family.  I have been working on it for three weeks and keep revising and discarding it.  If is full of joy and optimism and it isn’t true.  I am home, I am recovering well, I am surrounded by great, caring people, everything is going my way, and I am despondent.  What the hell?  Continue reading

Cancer, a battle or a journey?


War, what is it good for?  Well, for overcoming cancer apparently.  From the moment I shared my cancer diagnosis I was surrounded by war metaphors.  I was told I was battling cancer, I was a warrior, I could win my battle, and I would beat cancer.  I was told I was waging war and if I fought hard enough I would emerge victorious.  Defining an experience with cancer using battle language seems to be the societal norm.  For many, the notion that you “go to war” with your cancer defines the journey with this disease. Continue reading