Over the long Labor Day weekend I felt my anxiety ramping up. The following Tuesday morning I was scheduled to drink thirty-two ounces of water and otherwise fast in preparation for my one-year post-treatment PET scan. While I have no symptoms suggesting a recurrence of cancer and have been routinely scoped by my surgeon over… Continue reading Gratitude
Skip to content
"Nothing that happens to a writer — however happy, however tragic — is ever wasted." ~ P.D. James
THE MEMOIR LIFE 