I wake up and, for a moment, forget that my husband is sick and thousands of miles away from me. For a moment, that split second between asleep and awake, it feels like a normal day. It's nice, that split second. A phone call from my husband - "They're keeping me here" - and the … Continue reading Into the Sun: Santiago Part III
Something's wrong, he writes. This is how the spinning starts.
Still smitten with our beach vacation, I ask my husband... http://www.washingtonian.com/washingtonvoices/anecdotes/commuters-and-castanets.php
I just don't like cancer, the voice says. Something distasteful. You're in this right now, we're not ....we just can't drop everything and be there for you. An inconvenience. That's what this disease is to some. *** Very well written, he writes, but our readers like content that's a little bit lighter, more up-lifting. Try … Continue reading Texas Stars & Songs to be Sung
The table is set, and our maid is furiously working in the kitchen to finalize the Thanksgiving prep. Through the embassy my husband secured a turkey, though I told him it was an exception made only for our guests. I close the glass french doors to the balcony; the sun streaming in on this hot … Continue reading Missing the Life
"This is it? Where's the entourage?", I joke as the doctor moves past me to his chair in the corner, trailed only by the nurse practitioner and research coordinator today. The cramped room, normally packed with interns and fellows, all eager to examine my husband's betraying body, seems strangely vacant even though there are still … Continue reading Side Effects
The steam of the shower clouds the vanity and as I close the mirrored cabinet, the fog receding at the edges, my stomach tightens again. Tomorrow. Tomorrow my husband’s PET scan results come back. I remember him just before walking out the door on Friday morning, driving alone to Georgetown to make his 9 am … Continue reading Magic