Post 55: PSA 505. Ouch!
What do I think when I hear my PSA is now over 500?
Honestly—not much. Not while I’m in this strange medical limbo. I know it’ll keep climbing until chemo restarts, and even then, it might not come down eas...
Post 54: Oh Happy Day.
I’ll keep it short-ish and sweet.
The flushes are still hot, the belly injections are routine, my appetite is huge, and my sweet tooth is threatening to rot what teeth are left—but today was a good day.
I was up...
Post 53: Many More Memories.
Bad things, sometimes, happen to good people.
The wind and rain last week stirred the garden from its slumber and caused a few early blooms to droop. Everything got shaken up—except the weeds, which seem impervio...
Post 52: The Empty Wedding Table.
Why can’t I write something so beautiful that I can put down my pen and rest, knowing I’ve done enough?
A nostalgia funk has circled me—cozy memories pressing close, and wearing me out. Maybe it&r...
Post 51: Complications & Courage.
An early morning alarm pulls me from sleep for the 7:30am blood test. The drizzly rain suits my mood perfectly.
As I step into the shower, I notice something small but worth celebrating, no I’m not being...
