MRI NEXT WEEK!!

It’s been two years since my docs at the Huntsman Cancer Center gave me a scoot on the butt and sent me on my merry way. But I come back- every six months. And every six months my reserve is tested. I’m given a mammogram or MRI, then asked to sit in a room. If … Continue reading →

Welcome To First Descents or My Week At Summer Camp

So this part sucks. I can’t find a pen and have to type! 4 women in a tiny cabin, no bath, all with varying thermal temps and everyone but me trying to sleep. I want to write. Damn! Where’s that pen? The light tapping of keys sounds more like footsteps in this dark silence. I’m … Continue reading →

Where is the Snow?

Countdown to the end of treatment. Continue reading →