I can report, after a year of apparently successful cancer treatment, that going to the dentist feels like a reaffirmation of life. Never has an hour of hanging upside down with my jaw propped open cheered me as much as it did yesterday. I shared this with the western bluebirds enjoying fresh water at my …
from 2015 Here’s a sure sign at my house of the season coming: An old Christmas cactus is blooming once again. It’s a relic of a former partner and because I am neither a very good mate nor a plants-inside kind of a guy, it doesn’t get much care. It must like my kitchen, though. …
It’s life in the fast lane again after a 10-month tangle with cancer. I was up early today to cook breakfast for my stepsister-neighbor Susan and just yesterday had coffee with a bunch of other retired newspaper guys in the heart of what ringleader Jim Belshaw calls the Corrales Metroplex. The gang was talking baseball …
“There is no evidence of cancer.” Those were the heartening words yesterday from the doctor who informed me of much darker-sounding biopsy results almost 10 months ago. More tests down the road, of course. But it looks like the chemo and radiation administered at The Cancer Center at Presbyterian in Albuquerque have worked. And, this …
One hundred and four degrees. Thunderheads building. From the air, I study the geometry of center-pivot irrigation and oil and gas fields below, trying to read tea leaves, wondering about meanings, even though it’s only alfalfa, soybeans and service roads. Short stories by T.C. Boyle sparkle and crack and require less craning of the neck, …
Pretty easy deal to stay at the hotel I took this from and walk down that glassed-in walkway to get to your appointments across the way. Plus, I had a great doc who flies back and forth from Houston to Corrales, where he has a home and keeps llamas. Here is my blog post from …
So far this morning, I have considered opera, biscuits and gravy, learned that it is World Lung Cancer Day and read tweets from a famous author about peeing on a tree in his driveway before getting behind the wheel for a bagel run. You are at risk for such things if you check your email …
It’s the Fourth of July. I expect to be 66 next month. I wake up, as usual, with thoughts of my lung cancer, but today they take a preventative tack instead of just morbid. I wonder whether the pasta primavera I made for dinner last night qualified as anti-carcinogenic. I remind myself I should get …
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