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Sitting at the computer reading and drinking coffee this morning, my phone rang at 9:30. Woman on the other end: “Good morning. Is this a good time? ” Me gut-punched, recognizing the caller ID: “I guess.” I knew why she was calling. “We have the results of your biopsy from Monday. Poorly differentiated carcinoma.** Thoracic 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.