Thirty years ago, I watched the six-part PBS series, Joseph Campbell and the Power of Myth, and was profoundly changed. Appointing my intuitive heart as chairwoman of my internal “board,” I moved my rational head to director of support. I become a test case for bliss.At first bliss was elusive. As many of us do at least once in our lives,... Read more
The flight of libido after breast cancer treatment may not be a subject everyone is comfortable talking about, but my personal survey of survivors—six friends plus me—ends up with about half of us losing libido after breast cancer and half of us not. About half of us had chemo and half of us just radiation, but that didn’t seem... Read more
Not long ago, I was working on a watercolor in a public place when a woman stopped by to make conversation. I thought nothing of it. She wasn’t the first—people seem to enjoy watching an artist work—and like most of the others who’d come by, she was older. But it wasn’t my painting that caught her eye. It was my digital camera. “I got... Read more
Yesterday I risked trying a new “family” doctor. I’ve wanted to change doctors, but until yesterday, I stuck out a relationship that was becoming more than uncomfortable. It began seven years ago when I moved here and started seeing a specialist for a persistently painful problem (I don’t want to be too specific here). He fixed me... Read more
It’s no wonder I’ve never heard of a breast cancer support group in my town: Apparently, there isn’t one, at least not one I can find after two days of on-line research and local phoning. “It’s hard to get the word out,” was the phrase I heard from everyone who actually knew of one, and those people were not easy to find. 1) I started... Read more