Cowboy always feels better when we’re out walking in our front yard. I feel better when he feels better.
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Cowboy always feels better when we’re out walking in our front yard. I feel better when he feels better.
Tests say Cowboy’s cancer has metastasized but he stills says nope to my tendency to mope. So we’re tryin’ to make the best of all days. And we’re lucky in Placitas to have friends and elbow room.
We’re back on the trail this morning after hearing from Cowboy’s vet that his cancer has not spread since surgery June 28 to remove a malignant tumor. This is good news. It at least means there’s so far no evidence of the cancer spreading in my 6-year-old pal and it probably means the adenocarcinoma is …
Nothing like: a “you’re stable” report from the good people at Presbyterian oncology, three years out from treatment; a celebratory shredded beef burrito with green chile at the Range afterward; returning home to Cowboy and my books with a view up the camino of thunderheads rising to the north. I will savor those parts of …
Fame did not come as I wanted. Jim Belshaw, retired Albuquerque Journal columnist, early riser and waste-no-time emailer, messaged me at 6:09 a.m. Sunday after seeing my name attached to a comment in the New York Times. “Is this you?” he demanded, ever the no-nonsense newsman. In my waking haze, I realized he was grilling …
Did I really wake to a world where the president of the United States fumed again on Twitter at a couple of TV hosts? Bitterness spewed internet-wide over coverage of himself on a show I’ve never watched? Will the Trumps go on a Fourth of July picnic and eat hot dogs and potato salad? With …
Home from the cancer doc with Coop. No news is good news. I’m one year out from treatment today. I’m going to stay out of the wind and read and give old Coop’s paws a break from our rocky trails. Everything’s OK. And thanks to Lori for being our friend.
I woke as usual, running through a silent inventory of body and sky. Is it clear as it almost always is? Are the limbs still working ? Am I ready for this day? The sky seemed gray too late in the morning, after pink should have become blue. I squinted harder, seeing snow. It’s been …
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