Caring for my mother taught me to recognize my privilege
The first time I saw a patient all by himself in the infusion room, I didn’t notice him. No, that’s not what happened. On that…
The first time I saw a patient all by himself in the infusion room, I didn’t notice him. No, that’s not what happened. On that…
At my last school reunion, someone asked me, “What do you do?” “I am a writer and a columnist,” I said. At the coffee…
Last year, while I was attending a fundraiser for breast cancer, I watched several hundred people adorned in pink shirts cheering with joy and excitement…
Dr. A is insisting that we should start treating my mother with a new myeloma medication right away. Dr. B is asking us to wait…
When you become a caregiver, nobody warns you that you’ve also become: A Google Alert in human form, always staying up to date on…
During my mom’s last support group meeting, the facilitator asked all the participants to introduce themselves and identify their cancer by name. One after the…
“You are very strong.” People say this as if it’s a compliment. Sometimes when I hear it, I smile back at them and mutter, “Thank…
When I wake up in the morning, I do the same things in the same order: Examine the pillbox. Send a text to my mum…
I have quite a lot of friends who are caregivers like me. Every day and night, they provide care, attention, and company to their patients,…
There is an unspoken rule that seems to apply to all cancer caregivers. It goes something like this: You should always be serious, present, and…