Adventures and Misadventures in Boulder, Colorado
The first Sunday in June is National Cancer Survivor Day. I first heard about it through Facebook when Lynn Kelley posted a photo from a get-together in California. August McLaughlin “embellished” this photo when I had a double boobectomy (mastectomies) in 2013. Lynn Kelley, me, Debra Eve, August McLaughlin, and Debra Kristi. Four thoughts hit me... Continue Reading →
Dear Susie Lindau, For thirteen months, we’ve hung out in our new residence behind your pectoral muscles. It has taken us a while to get used to the cramped quarters, but we are adjusting. We understand you are trying to make us feel at home. Although, we totally appreciate the effort, sometimes, you freak us... Continue Reading →
Dear Bionic Boobs, I know you've been adjusting to your new digs since the reconstruction surgery seven months ago. I've protected you from wild elbows, supported you with a bra, and exercised you by smooshing you girls together. (Doctor's orders.) You seem happy enough and pretty perky. I do have some concerns. One night, I... Continue Reading →
I've never been a tattoo girl. My uncles and grandfather had their arms tattooed while serving in the military. From a distance some give the appearance of a horrible wound. On closer inspection, the bloody scar transforms into a huge red rose, an eagle or a cobra. I warned my children not to get them since... Continue Reading →
Do you remember being grounded? You pressed your nose against the window and watched your neighborhood friends play. Time slowed. I’ve been out for seven months. My clock is full of spider webs and the windows need washing. Looking back, much of it’s a blur. I can’t believe it's November! I’m so far out of... Continue Reading →
Susie Lindau's Wild Ride 