All my life I’ve been a cat person. I’ve had lots of cats, but never a dog (except as a child, but he wasn’t really “my” dog) until a few years ago. Until … Read the rest
In 1999, while my mother was in the hospital in San Francisco fighting for her life, I had to have surgery in Napa to repair a torn tendon in my right elbow. I’d been by her side for nearly two … Read the rest
The Diagnosis
Back in April I was diagnosed with a pre-cancer condition called Atypical Lobular Hyperplasia (see Russian Roulette or Mastectomy) and, because of a strong family history of breast cancer, decided to have a preventive bilateral mastectomy.
The decision was … Read the rest
As a woman, it has taken me nearly 50 years to come to terms with my looks and my body. My thighs were too big, my boobs too small, my calves and ankles were better known as … Read the rest
When I was in graduate school, I had a professor who, at one time, worked with terminally ill patients. He told us that there were two types of patients: those who were ready to go, and … Read the rest
