Tag Archives: meditation
Absent without leave
The two months since I wrote my last blog have been sucked up by the black hole of time. Looking back over my planner, I see that I haven’t suffered from a dearth of activities. I have no memory of … Continue reading
Let food be thy medicine
According to Anton Checkhov, “Doctors are just the same as lawyers; the only difference is that lawyers merely rob you, whereas doctors rob you and kill you too.” That’s a bit harsh. My mother used to say, “Doctors bury their … Continue reading
An unutterably ugly word: malignancy
In my last blog, My body, my battleground, I wrote about finding a lump in my breast, and having a biopsy. That was a month ago, though it seems more like an eon. Not quite a week afterwards, my doctor’s … Continue reading
My body, my battleground
When I found the lump, I began to regard my left breast as my enemy. I really didn’t want to look at or touch it. Until forced to acknowledge the appendage as mine, I’d ignore it. I discovered the intruder … Continue reading
