photo: siena, italy, july 2007 I try not to come here solely to whine, but I fear I’m a bit whiney today. I sometimes avoid writing here because I don’t want to constantly be a downer, but you know what? This shit is hard. I do feel pretty low at times, but that does not mean that I’m not going to be ok. I don’t … Continue reading side-effects are bitchy-bitches
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
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
I Forgot My Mittens 