“It’s just a day”–my sister’s 17th death anniversary. I can tell myself over and over, and my mind can almost believe it. But my body says differently: It’s not “just…
Two of my sisters have died, and one thing I know for sure is this: The grief doesn’t just “go away.”…”Why hasn’t the world stopped? My sister just died.”…
It’s 4 am and my brain’s been awake since I rolled over at 2. Despite completing my last round of chemotherapy yesterday, the exhausting side effects that are already beginning,…
