Moor Peace

Exit the elevator, sign in. Wait. Young woman in dark blue calls my name and directs me to a dimly lit room with a vinyl, paper-covered bed, an indescribable medical device on wheels by its side. This gel is cold, sorry. Take a deep breath and hold it. There’s my kidney on the screen– large,…

Pilgrim’s Progress

I had a rather rough night sleeping last night. It took a long time and some pharmaceutical help to fall asleep. This hasn’t happened in a long time, but my mind was awash from memories from before I had cancer. They were all good memories with a strong sense of freedom and joy. I thought…