Cancer is hard. Sometimes the word roars and other times it whispers. It can also be more of a feeling like a stark and weighted silence. You
For much of early January into March I was unable to hold a device, book, or to write, draw, walk, or scroll a finger on a tracking pad.
After bragging about how good I felt right after my last treatment, I should have known the worst was yet to come. I am an optimist at heart albeit a