My husband is the one who suggested I write about his cancer path. He is a gifted writer and a wonderful songwriter/musician, but pain and fatigue would hinder this project.

In a sense it’s freeing. I don’t have to think about a topic, but only the angle on the topic. In the next few weeks, I plan to interview staff, and also look at peripheral issues. It helps me, too; caregivers need an outlet in order to be effective in helping those they love. I talk to friends and relatives, but like the late Joan Didion said, “I write to make order out of chaos.”

It’s not my first brush with cancer. I wrote, once, about my mother’s diagnosis. At 33, when she was carrying me, she was told she had terminal breast cancer. My evil twin resided in her body, threatening the life of mother and child. Doct

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