Travel, family, work and no evidence of cancer

I have been reflecting some on the subjectivity of being from someplace. We are from the address or city or country where we are born, or from around the corner or from the other room, or any place or time in between, depending on context. I am in a writing group that is based in …

Pumpkin pie, deities and claustrophobia

As someone who grew up and has lived a long time in the US I am on pretty firm ground thinking and writing about Thanksgiving and Hanukkah, at least the Hanukkah that manifests in the US given that Christmas is what it is. I know their histories and I have opinions about them. When special …

The birthday gift I didn’t know I got

I wrote my last blog entry, about the loss of a half a thyroid along with its cancer, the morning after the surgery. That was during a calm moment similar to right now.  I had no idea how short that moment was going to be.  An hour later I was chilled, and soon I was …

The left lobe of my thyroid’s last day

            Last week Dr. Lee, the endocrine surgeon, drew this handy diagram of my thyroid, showing the thyroid cancer, the nearby nerves and windpipe, and the four parathyroid glands. And she listed the possible things to do about it (fig. 1, pink labels added). Then Monday this week I met …