The number 75 became the magic number.

If the oxygen level dropped below 75, treatment would stop.

Below 75 meant death. … More 75


Red Woodpecker

On this first Sunday in December, Wen and I sat outside in our garden for the one last time. Ever. It was an unusually mild day. The sun shining bright. It didn’t feel like winter at all. We still had our blue chairs outside. The day before we had come back from Boston, from a … More Red Woodpecker


I mean how can you even attempt to express what you feel when your love has just received a death sentence?

Diagnosis: Terminal cancer

Prognosis: Uncurable, Inoperable

Time to live: unknown

Wait what??? … More Doublehelix