More Voices: Worry Firing My Doctor Marianna Crane 31 May 2018 I didn’t decide to "fire" my doctor on the spot. During my last appointment with her, I'd filled Dr. Green in on the details of my mastectomy. I happily reported that the surgeon had declared me "cured"--the tumor's margins were… Continue reading Firing My Doctor
For the past ten years, I wrote my book in isolation. Long hours in front of my computer at my home, or a coffee shop, library and on Amtrak traveling between our home in North Carolina to Washington DC or New York City, and in other spaces I can’t remember. Wherever the location, I rarely… Continue reading A Story You Won’t Soon Forget
Next Sunday, November 5th, will be the 20th anniversary of my mastectomy. Afterward, my surgeon draped her arm over my shoulders and said I was “cured” as she escorted me out of her office on Connecticut Avenue in Washington, D.C. Each November 5th , I would make a big deal of the anniversary date of… Continue reading Twenty Years After the Cancer Diagnosis.
Tomorrow we are having the rooms on the second floor of our new townhouse painted. Before we moved furniture to the center of the rooms, I stored in a large cardboard box, out of harms way, the treasures I kept on the shelves of my desk. Among the various memorabilia I packed away were the… Continue reading The Things I Treasure
I’ve written in a previous post about my experience of being diagnosed with breast cancer 18 years ago. I’ve always wondered if I should have forgone a mastectomy and adopted a watch and wait stance. However, when my doctors never gave me that option and my family was aghast at my doing anything less than… Continue reading SECOND GUESSING CANCER