Snowbrush

It might have made for more interesting writing if I had cancer, but I don’t. The doctors don’t know what I have. They suggested that I have...

Twenty-three hours and ten minutes from now, I will be told whether I have metastatic cancer. That moment will either be the beginning of a ...

I don’t have biopsy results. The surgeon said she would replace the bone while I was on the table if the lab could tell right away that it w...

The time is 4:20 a.m. I have to be at the hospital at 5:45. I am calm. What will be, will be, and I am prepared to face it with dignity.

I never saw anyone with their throat cut but what they looked the worse for wear; in fact, they looked dead and they didn’t die smiling eith...

It takes about four hours to do the yard up right, and I don’t remember a time in my adult life—except once when I had the flu and twice whe...

I finally had my appointment with the neurosurgeon. She will be my first woman surgeon (no, my second, come to think of it—I must be having ...

I still have not seen the neurosurgeon. First, her staff lost my referral, then she cancelled three appointments at the last minute due to e...

I came across the blog of a young man who is studying Catholic theology and challenged his assertion that suffering is invariably a lesson f...

I see my new neurosurgeon tomorrow to hear her thoughts about a spinal biopsy. Peggy is sick with worry and can’t understand why I am not. I...

I went to the acupuncturist eight times. Seven of those times, I saw no improvement. After the eighth, my shoulders felt better for a few da...

When I last updated, the diagnostic neurologist had referred me back to the internist for cancer screening. The internist ordered a vertebra...

I cursed God when I was twelve. I was delivering newspapers on my bicycle, and I remember the exact spot where it happened. By this time in ...

Peggy fears being dead because she doesn’t know what awaits. I don’t fear being dead because I envision death as an everlasting sleep. There...

Here is my account of how things have played out current to yesterday. Most of it is actually true. Early in 2006, an orthopedic surgeon ope...

My neurologist called yesterday to say that he ordered the CAT scan because my fifth vertebra “didn’t look right” on the MRI. It looked no b...

I told Peggy in May that I was so pessimistic about stocks that it was all I could do to stay in the market. She said that maybe I shouldn’t...

O for a voice like thunder, and a tongue To drown the throat of war! - When the senses Are shaken, and the soul is driven to madness, Who ca...

I had my MRI night before last. The neurologist’s office called at 8:00 this morning to say that he had ordered a CAT scan, and that the CAT...

My week. Monday : surgeon. Tuesday : neurologist, acupuncturist, and hand rehabilitation therapist. Wednesday : MRI. Thursday : acupuncturis...