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…