Part I

Editor’s note: The journal entry below begins Palma’s correspondence over several months. It will appear over several months as space allows.


Dear Frances,

Just after I wrote you that last e-mail, Ed (my partner of twenty-six years) went to have an endoscopy. We were told that he has esophageal cancer.  Right now I am in Florida. He is having a stent put in so he can eat. This problem has taken up our lives all week.   On Wednesday, he will have a CT-scan.  After that, we will see an oncologist. (Cancer specialist.)

I am pushing to get treatment done near my home in Michigan.  If I am caretaker, I don’t want to get stuck here in Florida.  We’ll see.  This is a pretty large tumor and he may have more.  It’s an aggressive type of cancer.  Not good. I’m not really ready for this but I’m trying to take one day at a time.  

I woke up at 3:30 this morning and never got back to sleep.  

Thanks for listening.  




Palma (Apr. ‘13) says, “Cancer! At first it’s a big blow and feels like the end of the world. Now it’s become a part of my life that’s always in the background.

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