In prior posts mentioning Decker, I mention stumbling upon the love of my life at age 58 as an aside, as if Decker guiding me through the cancer swamp was… Read more Breastless Love, The Man Who Stayed with the ‘Sick’ Woman →
Prior to chemotherapy, I had ideas and thoughts like a full cast of characters chattering in my head. Suddenly, I might as well have been acting in a play where I was the only cast member without a script. I tried to follow conversations – people saying blah, blah, blah. Me grappling with how to respond – confusion and silence – duh nothing going on in my mind.
The local newspaper, The Calgary Herald, today printed a feature on the trouble women have getting reconstructive breast surgery. Wow. Who knew the private matter of a woman who had,… Read more Flat is Beautiful →
‘With luck’, the doctors said, ‘you’ll have (this) and not (that).’ I learned the ‘with luck’ was bait, a ruse to lure me into hopefulness. Sure I had breast cancer;… Read more Yes, I can handle the truth. I’m a conflict manager →
For the most part, I felt loved and supported when I told people I had cancer. There were good, bad, and ugly reactions, which I’ll share so you don’t offer the bad and ugly unless you want to.
Deborah Sword 