To shower, I strung a shoelace through loops on the grenade-drains and tied it around my neck. Since I am sore and on strict orders not to lift my arms over my head and on a steady vicodin/valium diet, Chris was there to
I am trying so hard not to have survivor's guilt. The last five months have been no walk in the park, but all things considered, I beat cancer fairly easily. I got mad - no, furious - at this disease, told it repeatedly to get the hell out of
It kind of floors me that a 20-pound little boy - who has no concept of sickness or danger or the intensity with which my heart beats when he's around - could be such a huge part of what got me through cancer. And I hope I'm not putting too much of a burden on him by deeming him my little savior.