The First Night

I was proactive. I needed a doctor. That was all that mattered to me. I had cancer now and I needed a doctor. It was all simple and logical and I looked up my insurance online and researched doctors and called back my gynecologist who hours ago told me with his sad patient voice that… Continue reading The First Night

And Yet….

Over the last seven months I’ve written a lot of poems about cancer and all that sad sack stuff. I’m not going to post them all here. I plan on sending them out and/or hopefully putting together a new poetry book. But this one is for Jay. Because everyone should be as lucky to have… Continue reading And Yet….