cancer

where there is hope

where there is hope

It’s my father’s voice when I answer. His resigned tones that shudder over the phone line. Words that I have never heard before are read from a medical report. Two words that I know well scream from the shuffled pages. Cancer. Invasive. How dare cancer invade my mother’s body? I would do anything- crawl inside her and…

desperation meets God

desperation meets God

Sometimes life tears wide-open. I spent a day this past week in the insurance office trying to straighten out a mess that I didn’t make. That was directly on the heels of a two-hour wait in the radiology department of the hospital. The question of cancer in one of my dearest people sending shivers down…

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