The White Room

The other day, on one of my hectic downtown lunch breaks, I stood at the drug store counter in a lovely Eileen Fisher dress and heels and fo...

Thursday March 30, 2005 C___ Plaza Imaging Centre. 10:30 am. Waiting Room. Shit Shit Shit Shit Shit Shit. I know it is going to be fine. I...

There was a day, sometime in February 2003,when I thought that I was truly going to die. There have been many days when I confronted the co...

I fucking hate CTs . I have probably had five or six, all told, and I dread the next. It was all I could do to get through each of th...

At about 3pm in the afternoon, (I don't have a journal entry for this but I am like Rain Man when it comes to remembering treatment date...

She stood at the yellow marble counter, hot tears running down the lines of her face, the sun blasting in like a nosey neighbor. Green, whit...

The morphine high is a high like no other. I have had many narcotics, many derrivitives. Nothing is the same. It is a fond memory I have. ...

Waiting today. Dr. R__ hasn't called back. I am feeling pretty down. It is hard to wait and not do anything. I feel like I should be eit...