Something's wrong, he writes. This is how the spinning starts.
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
I carefully choose my steps as I descend from our bedroom, trying to remember where the floor creaks in this new home. After a day that began at 3:30 am with a teething baby, nap time comes as a great relief. But one of the adjustments of this new home is a shared room for … Continue reading Ignoring the If in the Room
The drive back from the hospital is becoming routine, and so redundant that it's difficult to distinguish between trips. Except for today. Today there are two things that stand out; first, the lack of traffic at 6:15pm on a Tuesday afternoon, which makes the highway drive almost pleasant; we have spring break to thank for … Continue reading The perseverance of peas
I blink and rub the sleep out of my eyes, rolling over onto my pillow. I am alone in bed. I hear the sounds of my boys playing downstairs, squeals of delight over wind-up cars and trains. Sounds of happiness, of life. I check the time: 7:55 on a rainy Tuesday. I feel embarrassed that … Continue reading Firefighters versus lymph nodes
This story actually begins long before today. To get technical, it began back in 2008. But the story got juicy a few months ago when our baby kicked my husband's groin and alerted him to the tumor. And now, after months of sleepless nights, thousands of tears shed on pillowcases, a lymph node dissection, a … Continue reading The First Dose: A Whole Lot of Gray