Third of three posts about the possibilities for finding wellbeing on the cancer journey In the Belly of the Whale The fear that you feel would not even exist but for your own creation of it. Being free does not come from awareness of your…

First of three posts about the possibilities for living with wellbeing on the cancer journey Wednesday On a gray afternoon in February, the doctor pokes a nitrile-gloved finger into the back of my mouth and finds a hard spot on my right tonsil. He tells…

Second of three posts about the possibilities for living with wellbeing on the cancer journey Two cheerful techs in blue smocks place a skintight, perforated mask over my face and shoulders. They fasten it—and me—onto the treatment platform with four loud snaps. They make some…