Texas holds a special place in my heart for many reasons, not the least of which is Hubert H. Moss Lake—simply “Moss Lake” to me. My family spent many summer weekends and holidays at the cabin of our family friends, the Davises, where the water was cool and inviting, the hours were carefree, and life was sweet. Now, my trips to Texas carry a different weight. They are stressful and filled with worry. What will the new tests reveal about my treatment last fall? Am I in remission? The results...

Here we are on the verge of another trip to Houston, this time for the follow-up tests that I put off last month. December is always so busy with the holidays, and frankly, John and I just didn't feel inclined to make a seven-hour drive to Houston, so, I rescheduled my appointments for the next available time slots, this Wednesday and Thursday. While I'm not really looking forward to the drive, I do feel very hopeful about the tests. I will undergo a PET scan, which should tell us how...

When an argument gave way to grace . It was a crisp October afternoon as my husband John turned into the north entrance of the parking lot of The Woodlands Medical Specialists in Pensacola. I was scheduled for what we expected would be a brief visit to the Infusion Suite where RN Becky would give me a Filgrastim injection. As we rounded the first turn in the congested parking lot, I spied reverse lights on a large white SUV about to pull out of a parking space close to our entrance. “There’s...