Ray of Hope Enter Sheldon Z. Goldberg. He is an oncologist. He is from Brooklyn. His glasses are smudgy and his pale blue eyes dart up toward the ceiling when he talks. He’s confused by my little friend in my brain. But everyone is. And I like him. I paraphrase,...

D-D: Mom, I have some news for you. It’s kinda sad. Do you want to hear it? KATHY: Yes.  D-D: OK. I’ve been diagnosed with terminal brain cancer.  KATHY: (crying) Why couldn’t they take some dumbshit like me? See why I don’t believe in a god?...

“SHORT STRAW” After catscans, blood tests, x-rays and numerous MRIs, my little team of befuddled doctors decided to go to the source (my brain) to figure out why the hell I’m so dizzy, spaced out, tired and fabulously thin. So on June 27, Dr....

KATHY: How are you? You look great. Have you lost weight? D-D: Yeah, I’ve lost about 30 pounds. KATHY: How’d you do that?  D-D: I’ve been sick. Kinda dizzy and no appetite. KATHY: What do you have? D-D: We don’t know. Doctors are trying to...

Decompressing on Vashon! Thanks Abs for the nice … what … escape?! That place is some kind of magical removal from the world’s hullaballoo.  It’s the next best thing to Boogie Nights.  No. Wait. Whaaaaaa???? (sorry, watching Boogie Nights now...