Mr. Constanza lived on my street since the day I moved in, about three houses up on the same side of the street. He and his wife, Mrs. Constanza, were... Read More

That is the question. I don’t like that I’ve become a person who requires so much help. I struggle with it, the idea that I am no longer the independent... Read More

Cheryl agreed with me yesterday. This is worse than when Chuck died. It seems almost ludicrous to say that but this is actually, really a lot worse. I could pretend... Read More

I’m sitting here in my hotel room in Atlanta, Georgia watching a series of old Sandra Bullock holiday rom-coms trying to avoid writing this post mostly because I’m so embarrassed... Read More

I’m sure it’s not much of a surprise to anyone that I find myself in the grips of full on FOMO quite regularly. I’m in a constant state of evaluation... Read More

I had kind of an epiphany since my last infusion. Something clicked in my brain around the time I heard the second medical professional say to me, “That’s just your... Read More

I have been telling myself to stay in the moment and not think too far ahead so constantly that it’s almost funny how much work it is, this whole staying... Read More