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Abby Ramona arrives in my hospital room just as Dad is leaving.  She gives him a kiss.  He says, “Goodbye Hon” to me and is gone. She brings me a large, iced mocha with whipped cream.  Now that the surgery is over, I can resume my caffeine intake and I choose to do so in [...]

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Morning Shift When I wake up the morning after surgery, I see Dad, settled and dozing in the armchair next to my head.  His tanned bald head is tilted forward, chin meeting chest.   I understand two things without asking. One, that he and Mom, as if they were still married and not in the [...]

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Another Flower Delivery Flashes of yellow and orange bob above the window sill moments before the knock on the kitchen door.  ”Come in!” I yell from my horizontal post-surgery station on the couch. This delivery woman has been here before and she brings this latest flower arrangement right into the living room.  She pauses at the [...]

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Pee in a Cup When we are called in to prep for the surgery, I am almost relieved.  Finally we will get to the reason I am here. In the curtained prep area, I get naked into a backless blue  hospital gown and sit on the creaky rolling medical bed, the bed that will deliver [...]

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Question The surgeon visits my partner and me the morning after the surgery. “How you doin’?” “I just got spayed,” I reply through a morphine haze. He thinks it’s the drugs talking.  I squeeze Ramona’s hand.  I feel the finality of the missing uterus, fallopian tubes, cervix, ovaries, eggs.  All the female parts we learn [...]

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Acceptance First Attempt I have spent weeks writing, cracking myself up late into the night, anticipating stardom.  Preparing. For. This. Moment. Standing on the Comedy Connection stage, lights reflecting off my bald head, a hot flash imminent, I say my first witty lines into the microphone and wait for the reward. It does not come. [...]

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Steroids Everybody talks about chemo. Nobody talks about the steroids.  I was prepared for nausea, hair loss, and constipation.  I was not prepared for raging, homicidal hunger, manic decision-making, or outsized courage. After my second treatment cycle, the steroids hit my veins.  Pizza-Hut on speed dial.  Pop and bake Pillsbury cinnamon rolls lining the inside [...]

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