We Must Get Home
CherylRostekBlog2023-11-15T12:53:09-08:00Anxiety Anxiety found me yesterday, making it difficult to cook dinner, squeezing my chest and this time churning in my gut. How odd my jaw is relaxed I think. As I try to determine the
Anxiety Anxiety found me yesterday, making it difficult to cook dinner, squeezing my chest and this time churning in my gut. How odd my jaw is relaxed I think. As I try to determine the
Advent In the Christian tradition we have entered Advent: the anticipation of Jesus’ arrival, the anticipation of Christmas. Christmas: “the most wonderful time of the year”. My heart trills, giddy with expectation for the delight
This excerpt from my memoir discusses the difficulties of “the wilderness”- the post-treatment zone of incurable cancer- with a glimpse of events from just last week. Note: "scanxiety" is what the cancer-world calls anxiety about
I went to get a picture of my brain yesterday (how I describe it to my young kids): my MRI to see if the glioblastoma brain cancer tumor in my head is growing. Today anxiety