Monthly Archives: May 2018

I could tell right away today would be acceptable-not good, not bad, but not shocking, either. I was up by six. Archie, my assassin hamster, actually crawled into the palm of my hand this morning. In spite of his name, … Continue reading →

The CT scan done yesterday revealed no additional cancer. The disease has not spread, which was a major concern, particularly in regards to the pancreas and lymph nodes. Any metastasis to those organs could have proved quickly fatal. Hallelujah! I … Continue reading →

I did very little yesterday. At breakfast, a friend came to my table at my habitual coffee shop, sat down, and we spoke briefly of cancer and at greater length of our writing projects. Then I had coffee with two … Continue reading →

The cancer is winning. Hmm. That may be the most difficult sentence I’ve ever written. The diagnosis came a few hours ago and was totally unexpected. I’m reeling—sad, teary, angry, nauseous, at a loss for action. The latest test, done … Continue reading →

I’ve been having real problems focusing on the last read-over of my book, L’Amérique. My guilt has risen in direct proportion to the time the book has been sitting unopened on my desk. It’s been more than a week now. Part … Continue reading →

I received the advance copies of my new book, L’Amérique, this morning. This is the edition that I will go over with a fine tooth comb, searching for any typos or edits I should have caught before. L’Amérique is thinner … Continue reading →