Monthly Archives: March 2013

Those are buttons on the wall. Yes, buttons

My Dining Room.

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C No Evil

Our meeting lasted for several hours. The nurse practitioner briskly informed me that I had hepatitis C and advanced liver disease, cirrhosis. She did not explain what that meant in terms of prognosis. She said that I had three alternatives … Continue reading

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Once we were hippies

Karl and me today, and back in the day, when we lived in the wood, life was so good, and we read by the light of the moon (or a kerosene lamp).

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The Plot Sickens

Fortunately, I have a brother-in-law, Robert, a prominent doctor who is always happy to steer family members in the right direction. I called him, and he referred me to the head of urology and noninvasive surgery at a university hospital … Continue reading

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Light at the end of the tunnel

View through an arcade on Burano, and symbolic of how I feel about my treatment.

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┬áSee calendar leaves flipping fast

We spent the next six months at Goddard, where I didn’t find any more needles but did discover some good excuses to leave my husband and begin a cross-country odyssey in a Volkswagen van with my daughter and a fifty … Continue reading

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Italy last year – endoscopy this year

My friend Susie and I were planning on a repeat visit to Italy this Spring-to Venice we thought-but had to cancel because of my treatment schedule. Next year for sure!

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