Thanksgiving. Everyone descended upon my house for 4 days. I soaked up as much of their energy and love as possible to carry me into the new year. Family is everything.
The rain came early. Falling in pellets against the shutters, swirling the leaves and an abandoned rake into a pre-dawn vortex along the path connecting my lot to the neighbor’s. I woke early. The preset alarms on my phone alerting me the home health nurse would arrive soon to do wound care. I was nervous about meeting her: public pain is not my wheelhouse. I have a magnet, provided by the oncology social worker, with stickers of smiling and frowning… Keep Reading