March 12, 2015
by TRatner
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I knew ahead of time the exact route I’d take that evening. I needed no GPS or verbal directions to the restaurant where a group of writers were meeting to critique each other’s work. In fact, it was as if … Continue reading
May 30, 2014
by TRatner
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I’m working out with weights in the gym—pressing 17.5 pounders above my head and then squatting and bringing them down to my ankles. After counting 16 reps, I stand the weights upright in front of me and look at myself … Continue reading
May 7, 2014
by TRatner
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The fear of cancer is legitimate: how we manage that fear, our responses to it, our emotions around it—can be manipulated, packaged, marketed and sold, sometimes by the very forces that claim to support us. That can color everything from … Continue reading
April 25, 2014
by TRatner
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The surgery for an excision of a lump on my right breast was performed on a Monday morning. I’m groggy after my outpatient procedure and stumble around the house trying to act normal; clumsily fixing myself something to eat, tidying … Continue reading
April 20, 2014
by TRatner
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My breast lump is tiny and pokey. It measures 0.6 x 0.3 x 0.2 cm, a circumscribed tumor nodule with a parallel orientation at the 11:00 position, approximately 9 cm from the nipple. Reading over the interim print report, I … Continue reading
April 19, 2014
by TRatner
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Being diagnosed and treated for cancer is tantamount to being lead into the showers at a concentration camp under the pretenses of being deloused. Oblivious / Part 1 I have a lump on my right breast. It might be benign … Continue reading
January 31, 2011
by TRatner
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A NEW YEAR December 19, 2010 Tonight is the Macayo holiday party—a catered affair on Camelback Mountain which Michael and I have attended for the past twelve years. I plan to shop at Nordstrom’s for a special dress for the … Continue reading
January 27, 2011
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November 25, 2010 It’s Thanksgiving day. I’m slow to wake, not wanting to think about the recent death of my husband, wanting to drift into a deeper sleep and dream about what was, what might have been. I think about … Continue reading
August 1, 2010
by TRatner
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I have read so many books . . . . And yet, like so many other bibliophiles—bookworms, I am never quite sure of what I have gained from them. There are times when I feel I have been able to … Continue reading