As the month of May was swept away with the last of the network-season's original programming, those of us still in lockdown and quarantining had our own reality to embrace: there was nothing new on network television.
(Again, not a cancer column. Given the title, it would be a pretty gruesome reference to my life in the cancer world if it were.)
(Not a cancer column.)
And the "Scancer" Is... ...stable, with a side of shrinkage, however modest.
After each individual appointment with my oncologist, either virtual or in person, all my prescription needs and my next round of appointments are scheduled while I wait.
(All these times are approximate – or they're not.
At age 20, I took on a job as a grocery-bagger.
...and I suppose life is back on, especially for those of us who have been vaccinated.
The rising sea levels on the shore continue to pose a real threat to our community.
Recently, I made the mistake of clicking on an email from an unfamiliar sender.
Across the board, children have better outcomes when their parents have a shared parenting schedule, even in high-conflict cases.
On the May 13 Eid holiday, Abrar Omeish, at-large member of the Fairfax County School Board, Tweeted: "Hurts my heart to celebrate while Israel kills Palestinians & desecrates the Holy Land right now,” she wrote.
As I discussed a few weeks back, having all this time off/apart from cancer-related activities is unsettling in a peculiar way.
From the moment you hear the word cancer spoken in your direction – from your new best friend, an oncologist with whom you've had zero previous interaction, you are transported to a new reality.
The June 8 Democratic primary is an opportunity to vote for fairness and justice for everyone by supporting Attorney General Mark Herring.