Tag: Poetry

The Last Laps

I am sitting and writing in the chair I was in when I started this journey with Dylan. We are back in the room where we started, 1266, and Dylan’s final round of chemo has begun. If everything goes as planned, we will leave room 1266 and Swedish […]

Axe Handles

A few days back, when Dylan’s throat was inflamed and any movement caused back pain and headaches, I said to him, “You know I’m really proud of how you have been brave through this whole thing.” “I’m just laying here. I haven’t been brave,” was his response. What is […]