The Day My Daugher Skipped Out on the Fun to Go to a Funeral.

“Mom, it’s the funeral tomorrow. I want to go.” She said, as she handed me and her dad a piece of paper with the number on it to call Elly’s father. It was late and we had just come home from her annual school program which she had already missed gymnastics for, and I mean… read more

My Journey to Health: Cancer, Part 3

We were all shocked and devasted by my father’s sudden passing. Even my mom who had spent the last two days with him, did not suspect that the end was near. We believed with all our hearts that he would be healed, up to the very end. When I waved goodbye to him at the airport, I had… read more

My Journey to Health: Cancer, Part 2

At first it seemed that my dad did well under the treatment at Oasis. He fought against nausea and a metallic taste in his mouth from the chemo, which made him not want to eat, but other than that, he seemed to be doing okay. That is, until about seven weeks into it… That’s when we… read more

My Journey to Health: Cancer, Part 1

It’s been seven years since I got the call that my dad had cancer. But I remember my Mama’s somber words, as if it was yesterday. Even her optimistic and hopeful attitude could not mask the brevity of such news. It seared into my conscience like the damp concrete of our Carolina patio piercing my bare feet. Life and… read more