When I was a little girl I had a love/hate relationship with Lewis Carroll’s book, “Alice in Wonderland."
I loved the story, but nevertheless would wake up, night after night, with nightmarish dreams. I dreamed I was falling down a rabbit hole, where I ran as fast as I could with the madly grinning Cheshire Cat and the mean Queen of Hearts chasing me, screaming “Off with her head.” My dear Irish Mom would come running to comfort me and I would fall asleep. Strangely enough the next day I would pull the book off the shelf and read it again.
A month ago I was a healthy 83 year old blogger and writer, when out of the blue, I became a not so healthy 83 year old blogger and writer, with cancer. I was diagnosed with ovarian and abdominal cancer. That is when I fell down Alice’s hole, but there was no grinning cat and no mean queen. That is because I was not in Wonderland, I was in Cancerland. It was just as scary though, because I was there alone.