Blessed Are The Pure Of Heart

 It took awhile for me to hate being fragile. Every dog-walk is measured against how much breath I have, and every step is measured against ...

 I'm so damned tired, and my heart is so full of love. Cancer is winning; I can't deny that. But on the other hand, I have won , bec...

And so the metastases are in both legs, and my walk is now a shuffle...sideways, when I can, because it hurts less that way. Not walking is ...

First, I need to apologise to those whose blogs I have not visited in the last week or two. I've been doing my best, but am just too ill...

Folks have said this...write your story. Publish your poems. Leave the words that have defined your life. And I don't know how. Cancer i...