The recovery.

The recovery.

The first time I actually got a real glimpse of the intensive care unit was as I was leaving. Until then, I had seen nothing more than a revolving roster of nurses. The white walls and ceiling. Knowing nods from my doctors. Warm smiles from my beautiful family. As the...
The surgery.

The surgery.

Before I can tell you about the surgery, I need to tell you this: writing started as a distraction. It was intentional, to take me out of the woods, to somewhere bright and warm and clear. And I knew, in truth, that my cancer monopolised me. Especially in the...