by Carolyn M. Crane | Feb 21, 2019 | Essays, Series, The Dog Days of Cancer |
Jack and I had a few good weeks once he went on Hospice. He got his strength back. In fact, he grew stronger and stronger until the day he died. And for most of that time, thanks to a steady dose of steroids, he was lucid. But, as Dr. Fratkin had forewarned, the day...
by Carolyn M. Crane | Feb 14, 2019 | dreams |
I am in a little solarium that is like the front room of my cabin but more open. Same floor, dusty with outdoor dirt. There is a round patio table with a wicker bottom and glass top, and a wicker chair that I am sitting in. Nothing is around the rest of the table,...
by Carolyn M. Crane | Feb 12, 2019 | Essays, Series, The Dog Days of Cancer |
It was almost a year ago as I write this. We didn’t know it at the time, but it was the beginning of the last chapter of Jack’s cancer story. Early winter we got the good news that there was no detectable sarcoma in his last whole-body PET. “But,” the PA said,...
