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Year.

November 5, 2015

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I have to tilt this computer screen towards my belly button just so I have a chance to read it due to the reflection of the morning sun off the Sea of Cortez. Cassie’s still sleeping in the air conditioning on the other side of the curtains darkening our room. It’s November 5, and I […]

Circles.

April 19, 2015

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“Wicker, how you feeling?” “I’m doing alright. How are you?” “Alright? Damn, man, I haven’t heard you say that in way too long.” “Well, if there’s one thing I’ve learned in life… is that you can’t bullshit a bullshiter. Honestly, I’m actually doing alright.” It’s been nearly two months since my last chemo treatment. It’s […]

Lucky.

March 8, 2015

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Please have another option. Come on… one more. My doctor bent back two of his fingers and rested each on the palm of his other hand. Each digit represented one of my possible chemotherapy options he had just finished explaining. Minutes earlier he entered the exam room. I’m sure he was clued in at this […]

Options.

February 24, 2015

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The white paper crinkles when I shift my weight. I suppose the paper is there to stop the Ebola virus from spreading by means of the beige pleather covering of the exam-room table. The fluorescent bulbs give the neutrally-designed walls and desk a sterile glow. I’ve been in this room, or one equally as vanilla, […]

The Real Deal.

January 31, 2015

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On January 7th, I bared the bump on my upper-left chest to the oncology nurse, she pushed against my access port a few times and, once again, plunged the half-inch needle down to the clear plastic elbow. This marked the beginning of my reentry into the world of chemotherapy. Just as we had on the […]

Spaces In Between.

January 5, 2015

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It’s Sunday night, it’s quiet at home, and I’m the exhausted. I’m not sure if it was yesterday’s cross country skiing, today’s powder turns at Discovery Basin, or if it’s from tonight’s curling match my friends and I just won at the community ice center. It doesn’t matter which, not yet, because this is exhaustion […]

Coming Home Again.

December 17, 2014

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I’m celebrating my 6- week surgery-versary. It doesn’t sound like a much time, but feels like ten times that. I’m progressing surprisingly well, though everyday continues to be filled with monitoring and problem solving. Once I go the A.O.K from my surgeon, I packed up my colostomy bags and pointed my steering wheel due-west. I […]