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
At my house, Christmas Eve is the night when we’ve always celebrated the most. Decades ago there were elaborate dinner parties for 10+, complete with extensive menus and many bottles of wine consumed. In more recent years, however, it’s been me and the fabulous Lilly boys enjoying a still somewhat elaborate meal and exchanging gifts. … Continue reading What I didn’t get for Christmas.
…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…
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
Many in the Northeast agree that the foliage this autumn has been spectacular. The vivid colors, frequently set off by a background bright blue sky, have been dazzling. I’ve reveled in nature’s garishness, spending as much time as possible outdoors, but underneath my joy there’s been a consistent competing emotion - a sense of foreboding. … Continue reading (When life feels like) A Dystopian novel
On this first cool morning of September, things got a little heated in my neighborhood while Jeter and I were out for our first walk of the day. We were just rounding the corner to return to our block when I observed two things. First, the good news: the mound of discarded, broken furniture which … Continue reading Confrontations at 7:00 a.m.
I’d heard it mewling, maybe since the first day I arrived. I assumed the kitten was being unattended periodically as its mother perhaps searched for food in this country where stray cats and dogs often fend for themselves. By the third day however, the sound the kitten was making took on proportions, for me, on … Continue reading The white kitten