I am in here.
It is Monday morning. I am trying to pay attention to this fact because I have gotten way too used to the days running into each other, the way they have been doing since my operation. I will go to the grocery store this morning. It just occurred to me that that’s the perfect way … Continue reading Monday morning, and the use of time
I just received a letter from a former professor of mine at Vanderbilt. We’ve kept in touch over the years, but our last exchange of letters was about 5 years ago. He asks how I am. How in the world do I write back and say, “Hi, glad you’re all okay, I have cancer”? That’s … Continue reading Answering a letter
These past few weeks, when I’ve not been dealing with nausea, I’ve had quite the bit of inner peace going. It has just occurred to me, though, that this inner peace could simply be a result of the rearrangement of my guts. I prefer the more spiritual explanation; I don’t know why — I just … Continue reading Inner something
Other Patti and I just had dinner at Friday’s, and I am stuffed. This stuffed feeling is quite different from before, since my stomach is now tubular in shape, and sitting between my lungs. If the food can’t all fit in the tummy, which happens since the capacity is less, it mounts up the esophagus … Continue reading Stuffed like a sausage
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