F@%k Cancer, Part 5

I need time to stop. For the seconds to slowly trickle and the minutes to last a lifetime. I'm not ready to see days turn into nights, to be closer and farther away... There I was once more, running through airports last minute - MSP and JFK this time - to run to my mother's... Continue Reading →

My Mom, The Colonel

Many times I have alluded to my mom's military approach to our upbringing and her inherent drive to succeed despite being a woman in a position of power. There is an element of her personality that made her adept for this path that I rarely mention, her grit, a trait that she boldly instilled in... Continue Reading →

F@%k Cancer, Part 3

She can't cook. She can't read. She can't drive. I know she needs some type of neurological rehabilitation routine but the doctors haven't addressed this portion of her care. Because of the politics of the hospital, the culture of no worries in the Island and the hurricanes, we feel she would be better off with... Continue Reading →

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