Old Fart Mornings

Swirls of light and dark trap my brain like the nightgown wrapped around my legs from turning over so frequently during my fitful sleep. My mouth is so dry that my tongue is stuck to the roof of my mouth in an almost painful way. My eyes are so dry that I fear blinking will…

F*ck You, Cancer!

My friend, Naunie, died in the wee hours this morning. Her body just gave out after several bouts with ovarian cancer. We knew that she was going to pass soon, but the news still came as a massive kick to the crotch this morning. I pray that her husband and children and family and friends…

My Hair Is Growing Back!

So, last year I had my son shave my head for me while I was undergoing chemotherapy. I guess it has been about six months since he did it. And I knew that it would come back completely gray. I had been dyeing my hair since I was 14. I figured that it would be…