Okay, friends and family! I am hearing from you that you are wondering how I am. I mostly disappeared after the insertion of a pain pump for my new diagnosis of terminal pancreatic cancer. On June 19, I had a Medtronic pain pump inserted into a "pocket" incision made into my right upper abdomen. The …
Continue reading Adventure on Holy Ground #6 / Pancreatic Cancer
Now that I have so much to say, I have so little time. It's been a race across days to get everything and everyone scheduled. Just minutes after I fired my daughter from helping me with the scheduling, I hired her back. I thought for sure I could take it over and free her up …
First, thanks for your generous responses to my new focus on dying on my blog. I wish I could write everyday. But as every adventure should be, this one is full of surprises. What may have seemed like fun one day is a total dud the next. I hope to address a topic tonight that …
Please listen here. Spread the word about my book. Refusing chemo is an option. This podcast was sponsored by the Chicago Writers Association in concert with my book being given the Book of the Year Award for Indie Nonfiction. I am beyond grateful and will write more about that event later. (Enjoy the podcast with …
Thinking about turning 82 is both positive and negative. The positive part, of course, is that I’m still alive. I’ve outlived several classmates who’d be the same age. I’m still able to walk and talk and see and hear and smell and taste and feel. I do not take these capabilities for granted. But I …
My late husband, Marv Roelofs, became famous over our 55+ years of marriage for making bookshelves for me. His first wall-to-wall lives on in our first home, a now run-down townhouse in IL that my son found recently on a realtor site. Marv's last wall-to-wall, of course, lives on in his last home, my current …
Continue reading Bookcase Quilt: Tangible Memories of My Late Husband
Have you ever felt as if your brain would burst from accumulated words? As a writer and blogger, I'm having that problem now. The last time I remember being in this situation was the day I started my Caring Lessons memoir. Sitting in a NC gazebo with my friend Marianna and a cat crossing our …
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