Moon Walking in Bermuda

After enduring chemo and radiation, I went on a brief break when I couldn't take the chemo anymore. I wanted to get to Bermuda as fast as possible. Damn the pandemic! My husband had never been, I had visited as a child and loved it. I was so sick on that flight, throwing-up and trying… Continue reading Moon Walking in Bermuda

Still Here

These days I just assume everyone knows, and that does seem to be the case. My prognosis was months, not years, but even though I was supposed to die in August I am still here. After two more rounds of chemotherapy that has kicked my ass so intensely (even with a break in Hawaii) that… Continue reading Still Here