Hope can seem listless sometimes. Hope can feel like too much effort. Hope can feel pointless. Hope can seem overshadowed and beaten down by fear.
I almost called this one “Baggage” because – while this is at its core a history of my family’s experiences of cancer – I recognize the possibility that I carry it like baggage.
Yesterday was the first day for a group that I’ve joined at a local community fitness center for people who have been or are living with cancer. It was a mess.
It’s been several days since my final radiation treatment. I shared my final online check-in and a photo of my mask and graduation certificate. I was overwhelmed by the emotions from that day and from the many responses. In some ways, I still am.
It’s a particularly cruel thing that applying the cream to soothe your burning and peeling skin also highlights the hairs that are falling out.
What’s been happening with the radiation? How’s it going? Here’s a bit about acclimation…
So I met with a radiation oncologist who had a plan… but then decided that there was a slight risk…
As a clergy person, how is it best to interact with church members on social media? Is full separation best? Full inclusion? Perhaps there’s some middle ground…
What do you do when you accidentally destroy your only electric guitar? You can rebuild it. We have the technology.
Anyone who has known me for long enough knows that I’m a pretty big fan of Van Halen. After a mishap between my Stratocaster and my car, I rebuilt and […]