Category Archives: Story

Living the Dash

Posted on April 12, 2015 by inmycorner

From Diagnosis… LIVING THE DASH …to Remission There have been several individuals who have suggested turning my blog into a book. I’m sure many people attempt this. Nonetheless, I am soliciting your help for valuable feedback and constructive criticism. Here … Continue reading →

Posted in non-fiction, personal journal, Story | Tagged book, cancer, diagnosis, feed-back, remission, story | 18 Comments

Standing on the precipice from winter to spring

Posted on March 21, 2015 by inmycorner

Standing on the precipice from winter to spring – it seems that time just stands still. There is no hurry. The ground still sleeps. It takes time to wake up having slept so long and so deep. Like my body, … Continue reading →

Posted in cancer, journal, Personal, Poetry, Story | Tagged attitude, blue-jay, cancer, clothing, frenzy, growth, hurry, impatient, patience, plants, robin, spring, spring birds, walk | 6 Comments

Silver Threads

Posted on March 18, 2015 by inmycorner

Tiny bits of tinsel tumble to the ground I look at myself in horror and realize what I’ve found Bits of silver and bits of grey that made my healing clear Have taken leave of my head and headed out … Continue reading →

Posted in beauty, cancer, journey, non-fiction, Personal, Poetry, Story | Tagged age, bald, cancer, chemo-therapy, grey hair, hair-loss | 14 Comments

When all is said and done

Posted on March 16, 2015 by inmycorner

When all is said and done, what do I do? I am terrified that I will slip back into my life of day-by-day. I am terrified that the pace of life will pick up. I am terrified that I will … Continue reading →

Posted in appreciation, cancer, gratitude, journal, journey, Personal, reflection, Story | Tagged appreciation, brother, cancer, death, family, friend, sister, survivor's guilt | 12 Comments

A good ending?

Posted on March 14, 2015 by inmycorner

The story unfolded in every detail My highs and my lows were no longer veiled The journey was long and arduous at best I think I have finally been able to rest No doubt there’ll be more and more healing … Continue reading →

Posted in appreciation, cancer, journal, non-fiction, Personal, reflection, Story | Tagged appreciation, cancer, ending, friends, journal, on-line, story, tale, thank-you, writing | 14 Comments

The Homecoming

Posted on March 13, 2015 by inmycorner

I rolled open the sliding glass doors to the Barrie Learning Centre yesterday morning with a racing heart. I was early – earlier than most of the staff and so the school was quiet. Sitting at her desk, right behind … Continue reading →

Posted in cancer, journal, non-fiction, personal journey, relationships, Story | Tagged cancer, coffee, Colleagues, comfort, friends, history, relationships, school, teaching, time, visit | 16 Comments

The Night Shift

Posted on March 5, 2015 by inmycorner

Every cloud does have a silver lining – sleepless nights can turn to gold When my daughter comes home late I’m awake for her hand to hold The front door closes gently behind her – the lock clicks into place … Continue reading →

Posted in Cancer Journey, Personal, Poetry, Story | Tagged attitude, cancer, family, midnight, mother-daughter, personal, poetry, positive, relationships, sleeplessness, story | 18 Comments

Water! I want water!

Posted on March 4, 2015 by inmycorner

I was not too happy with her at first. After-all, when I was so terribly thirsty I really just wanted some water. Susan, my nurse at Toronto General, would have no part of it. “I will give you some ice … Continue reading →

Posted in Cancer Journey, diary, Health-care, journal, Personal, Story | Tagged cancer, cooperative, emergency, experience, faith, family, health, health-care system, hospitals, illness, nurses, personal, relationships, story, surgery, Toronto, Toronto General, trust, water | 10 Comments

Don’t Look Back

Posted on February 27, 2015 by inmycorner

It was there in her vision, yet so far still in the distance. How many steps would it take to get there? How much power for each stride? She needed to pace herself. This she knew. Yet, what pace? There … Continue reading →