My first experience with a fine needle biopsy was more than twenty years ago. After a normal thyroid uptake and scan procedure, followed by an abnormal repeat of the test, (at a different medical facility), less than a year later, I had been hastily placed on the schedule of the lead doctor in a very … Continue reading Til Tuesday
Category: musings
My drug problem
Even before I watched the excellent “Dopesick,” I had issues with big pharma. Growing up, I was fortunate to be healthy, not a kid who needed much medicine beyond Pepto Bismol and drops for chronic ear infections. The latter, my mother would place on the stove top above the pilot light to heat them up. … Continue reading My drug problem
Patient, I am not…
…at least when it comes to actually being a patient. I’ve been sick for more than 10 days and, quite honestly, I’m struggling. It’s been well established and documented that I tend to live a busy and full life, one that doesn’t readily accommodate more than a week of headaches, fatigue and the most brutal … Continue reading Patient, I am not…
Out on the weekend
Regardless of your position on the pandemic being “over,” I think we can all agree that the most intense days, and nights, of isolating ourselves from one another are done. Social calendars are once again filling in, sometimes even in ink, and life feels busy again. It’s nice, however… I’m feeling like I’ve swung from … Continue reading Out on the weekend
Don’t tell me there isn’t magic
walking out the door with the dog the sky ahead two thick smudges of deepest blue grey clouds interrupted by a layer of sun kissed gold. i was thinking about the panel on the AIDS Memorial Quilt with the name of someone i had never forgotten sewn upon a plaid background. i looked to the … Continue reading Don’t tell me there isn’t magic
Motherless
A Facebook message asking for your phone number is probably rarely a good thing. When it comes from the third child of one of your two Jewish moms, you just know the news is going to be particularly bad - and, indeed, it was. She (S) was gone. My immediate reaction was physical, … Continue reading Motherless
Not having it
I’m not sure if it’s a function of aging or a perhaps related loss of patience, but I find myself much more willing to confront situations head on than I may have been in the past. When I observe behavior which is detrimental to a community, completely self centered or simply uncivilized, I’ve had it. … Continue reading Not having it






