A week ago I came in from taking out the compost to find a message on the answering machine from Dr. T., the oncologist: “I’ve got some new information about the clinical trial you’re on; give me a call this morning so I can fill you in.”
clinical trial
the stranger becomes familiar
It’s so different now, entering the chemo world. At the beginning, in June, we were crashing along in the dark, trailing our abraded fingers along the cold stone walls, straining to hear every sound, trying to get oriented. There were words words words pouring over us in buckets, menacing and Continue Reading