Deep Breaths
This little guy (or gal) on the CT machine tells me when to "breathe in," "hold," and "release" so that they can get clear images of my lungs So I’m finally getting around to writing after many months of slacking off. Recently (if you can call it that) I wrote about my return to the gym and my courageous attempts to remain calm in the face of conflicting (albeit well-meaning) advice about food and hot tubs and Himalayan salt stones, among other things. I recounted how I had indulged in a jacuzzi and massage fest as I celebrated the end of chemo with a family get-away. In editing my story, I made myself look awfully brave. Truth is, I’m not always brave. So today I write about the elephant that barges into the room uninvited from time to time. Today I write about fear. I used to think that giving it voice might give it some kind of power over me. Now I realize that it will only have power over me if I don’t write abo...