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When I think of time I imagine it as a river. A river of my life. It could flow quietly and smoothly and I would remain calm in the cozy, stagnant harbor of everyday life and hesitate to step in. Days pass by, measured and mundane, and nothing changes. Or, I can boldly rush into

Ice skating — from Siberia to Bermuda  I went ice skating at the new rink in St George’s. How unusual, exotic and beautiful! I was so ecstatic, I felt like a child again — careless, enthusiastic, full of energy and laughter! I bravely tried to jump and did not even think that I could fall.

Christmas spirit For me, the Christmas spirit begins with the wonderful moment when we bring the Christmas tree to the house. This green forest beauty, fragrant and still alive, is a beloved guest in our home. It soon transforms into a respected fairy queen, dressed up by loving hands with a gorgeous, colorful and sparkling

The first rules, which I have mastered going through my cancer battle are to be active, proactive and never give up. Read the scientific literature about your diagnosis, educate yourself, search for the best doctors, consult with all possible professionals, seek and find a second, third, fourth opinion. Think hard, analyze, decide what is the

On a Friday night, my husband and I were driving with a friend in Miami rush-hour traffic. We were in a dense and swift stream of cars rushing along the Biscayne Bay Bridge. Everyone was in a hurry to get out of the stuffy city. I closed my eyes and imagined the long-awaited meeting with

It was a sunny August morning. I was sitting in the doctor’s office in Vancouver, waiting for my gynecologists test results and happily chatting on the phone with my fiancé. We talked about my trip to meet him the next day, and our upcoming wedding the day after on a spectacular island in the wilderness

Young and curious soul My cheerful and active 79-year-old mother came to visit me here in Bermuda for the first time. She saw the island, and fell in love with it like a young girl. It was love at first sight — pure, reckless, all-consuming, enthusiastic and happy. The island dazzled her with its beaches

A special morning It is 6 am, a warm July morning. I awake and hear the gentle, guttural sounds of the doves who have built their nest on the roof. I listen to the calm and rhythmic dance of the waves. I reach for my computer and pull my hand from it like it is

I have flown hundreds of times but every time I have anxiety before the flight. Last October, I worried more than ever. I had to be in Miami no matter what. My husband, Bill, and I were flying to important medical meetings, which were difficult to coordinate and organize. It took us weeks to schedule

Flattened, crushed, torn to pieces! I sobbed to myself. I had turned 40, and the hard hand of time caught up with me. At night I cried, “I do not want to grow old!” I accidentally found these lines a few days ago in my files. I remember the moment when I wrote them. Bright