The damage was too great, the surgeon told me, to close the wound. No amount of skill, no number of stitches, could close the bloody ellipse, much less hold it indefinitely. It could be cared for and fretted over as much as I liked, but only time would heal this open wound. Healing, closure the […]
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Ash Wednesday’s Whisper
This year, I skipped Ash Wednesday. After the months of suffering through PTSD, I didn’t feel like one more reminder of the fragility of our mortal lives. But this morning, Ash Wednesday tracked me down in an oncologist’s waiting room to whisper in my ear the words I have heard time and again: You are […]