Life
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Mary Oliver
Nothing important enough to take up your time except this. Poet Mary Oliver died this week on January 17th. She was important enough in my life to acknowledge her passing here. The comfort and introspection I derived from her writing while I was going through cancer treatment was lifesaving. I don’t read a lot of… Continue reading
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Three Years
Unless you have or have had cancer, you won’t appreciate the significance of the title of this post. Cancer anniversaries, regrettably nicknamed “cancerversaries” (see “anywho,” “guestimate”), are measured not from diagnosis, but from end of treatment. I don’t know about all protocols, but mine consisted of six weeks of radiation (5 days per week, about… Continue reading
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Pressing Questions
I have two pressing questions today. The first most of you will relate to; the second, maybe not everyone. Question One: I’d rather take a bloody beating, but I have to buy a new washer. I wash a lot of human and animal bedding, so large capacity, at least 4.7 cu.ft. Got that part. Why… Continue reading
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Just in case
She clips the coupon for the HoneyBaked Ham, just in case And puts it in her purse, just in case At Target, she buys sweet candy and colorful baskets, just in case She dyes eggs, makes potato salad, arranges flowers just in case She tries to smile, just in case Continue reading
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Shout-out, Shut-in & Sh*t I Don’t Understand
Shout out! Geez. Two months since my last post? I know, hard to believe, and me such a prolific poster. No health-related reason for my absence other than, apparently, my mind has descended to the point where I am no longer able to multi-task, or even find the words to complete a coherent sentence. Hey!… Continue reading
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Shouldn’ta left your keys out, Pops
One summer, when I was 10 or 11, my older brother and I “borrowed” our father’s golf cart from the cart shed at the country club1. It was my brother’s idea. I was just along for the ride. Or not, as it turned out. (My father was playing golf at the time. He played golf… Continue reading
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When you don’t have enough to do
Or, actually, you do, but you’re not doing it. I’m trying to decide if I want to keep this blog, but that’s a post for another day. For now I’m playing with how the site looks. It’s called the theme in Web parlance. I used to be a Web developer when I was a real… Continue reading
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Memories
These days it’s hard to find a breath of fresh air in the midst of the suffocating, soul-sucking black cloud that engulfs us all 24-7; namely, Donald Trump and his syndicate of grifters, ghouls and goofballs. Between lung cancer and Trump-drama, good things sometimes get buried in my worry pile. I savor all the bright… Continue reading
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Am I still here?
Well hell. It looks like it. In that case, might as well try a new look for the blog so you won’t notice that I haven’t written anything in a month. The Two Things page may not get updated anytime soon because now that a walking mental disorder and his presidential* shitshow have invaded our… Continue reading
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PTSD
Hey there. It’s been a while. My latest scans (September) were clear. Again. Another 3-month reprieve. I’m clear a year after my last chemo, 18 months after diagnosis. Not notable by lung cancer survival statistics, but considering I didn’t think I’d be around at all, it’s somethin’. I’m doing very well, aside from the pesky… Continue reading
About Me
This blog started out as letters to my dog maizie but devolved into meaningless observations from a half-deaf cancer alumnus introvert navigating the noise you other people make.
DEARMAIZIE 