Last December my wife got a breast cancer diagnosis. She has had cancer two other forms of cancer, a sarcoma and thyroid. Well, to be more accurate, this will be her fourth cancer since she had a breast cancer tumor, earlier. This is her second breast tumor. In April, she’ll be having bilateral mastectomies.
In last Saturday’s Scribbles I wrote that I couldn’t write when I’m upset. I’m going to amend that statement: I have difficulty with my fiction writing. My mind does not want to hold the many details necessary to advance my mystery/thriller plot. However, I’ve realized I can write about what’s going on in my life, like I did in my miserable teen years. I was frigging prolific! Like Dear Diary on steroids. That was also my Poetry Period, where I put my angst to rhyme. I’ll probably not go there with the rhyme shit. At my age that would be really weird! But maybe it will be helpful to write about how being the wife of my wife feels, going through her life partner’s double mastectomy. I would guess there’s not much written from the lesbian perspective. I have feelings and thoughts I never ever would have guessed I’d have in this situation.
More next week, my watery eyes make is difficult to see the computer screen.
(To read the first post on this subject, scroll down to: “When Do Writers Write.”)