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Mrs Enginerd Poetry

The Queen’s Castles, A Poem

Huachuca, Hood, Bragg, Benning, Leavenworth. Fields of snow, grass and desert sands forge the leader inside the wild flower, Caribbean heat fuels the warrior within. Camp Santiago, Allen, Buchanan, Muñiz. A distinguished career for the mother turned Colonel… Memories reside in these unassailable fortresses, The rest buried under speckled granite, Forever a mystery to the […]

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Adulting F@%k Cancer Mrs Enginerd

F@%k Cancer: Part 12

Resilient. Strong. Brave. These are a few adjectives thrown my way these past four weeks. My mother’s death left a trail of bills and paperwork that had to be addressed as quickly as possible to ensure we didn’t drop the ball and lost valuable assets to non payment or other technicalities. I’ve become all these […]

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F@%k Cancer: Part 11

I don’t think people get it… I am the person responsible for everything that happened. Me. I was the reason my mother had a plan for everything just to ensure my mental and physical safety. Every decision she ever made was for me, later for us, since the whole point of giving me a sister […]

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Adulting F@%k Cancer Mrs Enginerd

F@%k Cancer, Part 10

“SHE IS THE VETERAN!” My uncle, his wife, my sister and I all yell in frantic unison. The Funeral Home’s sales rep mentally facepalms himself. After jotting down her info for over 20 minutes he had conveniently forgotten we had opened the exchange stating she was ex-military. Deliberately, my sister slowly slides over the Colonel’s […]

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Adulting F@%k Cancer Mrs Enginerd

F@%k Cancer, Part 4

She’s not herself anymore and this time, she is not bouncing back. Watching the situation from afar is dumbfounding, and I can’t even imagine how my family must be feeling dealing with mom directly. Six weeks ago she was talking, walking and making plans to conquer the world. Today, she sits in a hospital bed […]

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My Mom, The Colonel

Picture of my mom in front of an A-10, early 80s, courtesy of her friend Angelo of the CI Rangers. The toughest part of this cancer journey has been seeing my mom slowly deteriorate, an inevitable spiral that has forced me to reflect on who she was, and what she has accomplished. She’s a very […]