My mouth was full of toothpaste when the phone rang yesterday morning. I didn’t recognize the number, but by the time I spit and answered, the call had gone to voice mail. I rolled my eyes, stuck the toothbrush back into my mouth and only when I was foaming like a rabid squirrel (squirrel!) did […]
A lot of you have noticed I’ve had a procedure done this week and asked how I’m doing, assuming it was a continuation of “our continuing stoooory of a breast that’s gone to the dogs.” (Why yes that’s a Muppets reference. Now you know where I get all my jokes.) It’s not exactly what you […]
Hello, Ms. Smail? This is Dr. Duncan. I’ve got the results back and there is an abnormality that we need to talk about. Please give me a call so we can schedule an appointment for you to see me. It’s 5:18am on the pacific coast, but despite the time, my body insists it’s time to […]
The compression plates of the imaging machine are cold. I shrug out of one side of the gown while the technician positions my breast and my body for the best imaging angle. The plates compress uncomfortably, and I grimace slightly. Hold your breath. Hold. Hold. Hold. Aaaand, breathe. The machine releases me and I step […]
I don’t want to be here. My thoughts are disjointed, like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle dumped unceremoniously on the table. I try to sort them; to right the upside down pieces, and even group them by color and pattern. But we are still at the early stages of the puzzle, where few pieces are […]
My friend is dying. As in, my friend is dying right this very moment. While I sit through meeting after meeting and talk about things that are so important in the context of work, my friend is in the hospital, struggling to draw shallow breath after shallow breath. Soon the struggle will be too great, […]
If you do nothing else today, I want you to spend five minutes of your time watching this PSA. Believe me, I’ll wait.
mel·a·no·ma/ˌmeləˈnōmə/Noun: A tumor of melanin-forming cells, typically a malignant tumor associated with skin cancer…