brave. not brave. (or CONG-RATS!)

photo: cong-rats! (by the nurse when she changed my PICC dressing for the final time), PMH, may 2021 I had a happy collision with a major milestone three-weeks ago on May 18 – my final chemotherapy infusion. I was meant to be done on March 31 on my dose-dense treatment plan, but that was before we learned that I had a sensitivity to Paclitaxel (aka … Continue reading brave. not brave. (or CONG-RATS!)

the argument against the unusual

photo: supermoon, march 11, 2019 I’m not really a conformist. I was born and raised in a conservative province, and in a conservative household. From a fairly early age, I realized that I held some deeply different views and opinions and politics than most everyone around me. I was an unusual product coming out of my environment. How I became such a leftist, I’ll never … Continue reading the argument against the unusual

#cancer style

photo: september 2020, princess margaret hospital, waiting for first consult with the plastic surgeon When the oncologist sits with you to discuss chemotherapy, one of the first questions you ask is, “Am I going to lose my hair”. The answer to that question varies with the type of chemotherapy your doctor thinks best to combat your particular cancer. For me, with my ER/PR+/HER2-, early stage, … Continue reading #cancer style

being a cancer patient

photo: italy (cinque terre), august 2009 I really sort of fell sideways into being a cancer patient. I went from having a large lump that needed to come out, just because of it’s size, to learning that in that lump invasive cancer had already taken hold. From June to early November 2020, I thought I just had, at worst, a pre-invasive cancer. Suspected DCIS. Once … Continue reading being a cancer patient

it takes a village

photo: lake geneva, switzerland, october 2017 I’m nearly at the mid-point of my second chemo cycle and I’m starting to turn the corner from death-warmed-over to I-feel-very-crappy. It’s nice to actually feel hungry, rather than eating because you know you need to. Last cycle I had the excitement of Christmas and all it entails to give me a little boost and to see me through. … Continue reading it takes a village

part 1: what is happening? (aka 2nd AC chemo and the US Capital)

photo: princess margaret cancer centre (nurse agnes and the red devil), january 2021 8:00am – Much, much more hair chose to evacuate the premises during the morning shower. 10:30am – The Covid screener at the front door of the hospital saw me and said “You’re here for chemo.” It wasn’t a question. It threw me a bit. I guess once you see enough of us, … Continue reading part 1: what is happening? (aka 2nd AC chemo and the US Capital)


photo: las vegas, april 22, 2018 (hbd!) If you know anything about chemotherapy, it’s probably that people undergoing treatment loose their hair. You probably also know that being tired and feeling nauseated go along with it. But really, it’s the hair that is the most quickly comes to mind. Nancy, the oncology nurse said that on my particular chemo cocktail (oh, to have an actual … Continue reading hair

poison the well…

Photo: toronto (princess margaret hospital), december 2021 Earlier this week my friend Lorraine drove me to the hospital so I could have my first chemotherapy treatment. But the cancer conveyor belt had wound itself up the week before. I had appointments for bloodwork, a covid swab (that bad boy was negative), and a scan of my heart. We need a baseline to measure against the … Continue reading poison the well…