AWWWWW! yelled the audience of 200 drunk french vacationers. On a beach in Punta Cana, Dominican Republic, I lay face down, wearing nothing but sparkly lavender tights. Spotlights shone on me brightly in the tropical night air. My big nose poked…
A Eulogy for Trisha Creekmore: Take the Rabbit Hole
Trisha Diane Smith was born on October 6th 1964 at 2:06 AM to the parents of Suzanne Cogen and Paul Smith of Los Angeles, California. It was, like this year, an election contest; conservative Barry Goldwater vs. establishment Lyndon Johnson.…
Final Cancer Week 27: The kids learn they will lose their Mom to cancer
It’s Wednesday, September 26th, 2012. I’ve fallen to my knees on the kitchen floor. Grief sweats from every pore and I’m hyperventilating for the first time in my life. My eyes have narrowed to tunnel vision and my body…
Final Cancer Week 26: The ‘H’ word
As we got home from the Oncologists office Thursday night, Trish quickly began to fade. In retrospect, I think the news that she couldn’t get treatment for a fourth time was so devastating that she lost some of her will…
Final Cancer Week 23-25: A few good weeks…
After a month of relative stability, there are getting very worrisome signs. Trisha had defied the odds, but it’s getting harder. Here are our last few weeks up to Thursday, Sept 20th.