I spent the weekend feeling really heavy. I wish it wasn’t my decision, but it is. The doctors have given me the information and, instinctively, I feel like I understand what they think would be right for me. Thankfully, my next door neighbor is a long-time GP here in Houston and knows several of the doctors and the hospital system here quite well. She told me if it were her she would do the double mastectomy. Thankfully, I had already pretty much made my decision by then and my discussion with her was validating. I called Dr. Spiegel’s office. It’s done. Decision made. Not an easy one and I’m somewhat sick to my stomach. I’m a bit of a wreck.
Houston-based writer making contributions through truth- and story-telling. Sometimes dark, often insubordinate, and always raw, a balance is struck in each conclusion that evokes a sense of resolve to the absurd drama so intricately woven into our human experience. You will find short stories sometimes based in truth, true stories sometimes based in harsh reality, musings that may strike a nerve, writing prompts just for fun, and a novel or two in the works. Welcome, and thank you for reading.
Christine Cadiz was born in Port of Spain, Trinidad in 1964. She was a kid in the Florida Keys and an adult in Miami. She's been writing since she was nine-years-old and was a Journalism major before leaving college to work. Christine worked in marketing and advertising for seventeen years. She stayed in Florida for forty-three years before relocating to North Carolina and then Texas with her family. She has three daughters and currently resides in Houston.
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