SQUEEZING ME IN in Postcards 4

Mother and Gunny on their wedding day, Balboa Park, 1939.

I now have a surgeon. I often wonder how mother felt about her cancer, her surgeon, and the decisions they made in 1948. She had stage four colon cancer that first time with an experimental colostomy. They didn’t tell her that cancer always comes back. Later she had breast cancer…both sides, thyroid cancer, cancer in her mouth, and of course, skin cancer. The man she is getting married to in that picture died of cancer…he always had a pipe in his mouth.

I still have to have an MRI of my head to make sure the cancer didn’t’ spread to my brain. They didn’t have MRI’s when either of my parents were struggling with their cancers. They had radiation and they had chemo, but no one used them on my parents.

I haven’t got acres of happy cancer stories to tell you. I plan on being a story with a happy ending tho. Stage 2 all in one lobe, the slow growing kind, is curable. Watch me.
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• Himself: Came with me yesterday, and will tomorrow. A very kind man.


• Myself: Not enjoying the two holes in my left side chest. GP got me in yesterday. Pulmonary man got me in yesterday. Surgeon got me in at 7 tomorrow.


• Photo: I do not know who took this one.


• Reading: E. Moon: Marque and Reprisal.”


• Gratitude’s: Lots, everywhere.