It has been a tense week. I’ve appreciated the kind words and the reaching out very much. Worry is a hard thing to carry alone. One of the annoying things about cancer is its permanence. Once you’ve had it, the possibility of getting it again is ever in your mind. It takes up mental space. So many things we’d rather not, do. Sometimes, it feels … Continue reading Mastitis, not breast cancer – an off-the-cuff joint.
My house is my favourite place. I’m currently entertaining bids to put in a basement suite: I don’t love the process of rejecting people. I don’t love the thought of debt. But it makes sense in terms of the space and future plans. It’s a family-sized house, and the kids are now out. I don’t need all this space. I don’t want to clean all … Continue reading I like my house – an off-the-cuff joint.
I’m okay with other people’s mucus. In truth, I seek it out. I’m a helper. So, I’m okay with difficult truths, with hard and painful and ugly bits. I’m not good with reciprocity. The facts of existence, I’ll share. The ugly bits underneath, the feelings, not so much. They remain locked up tight. I venture forth occasionally but only after much thought and only after … Continue reading Uncomfortable with mucus.
The worst part about the appointment I had with my oncologist, beyond the fact that I have an oncologist which still seems surreal, was not going over the pathology results. Nor was it setting up the schedule for radiation which will run Mondays to Fridays for twenty-six sessions. The worst part was getting weighed. Which tells you a lot, really, about eating disorders and how … Continue reading Cancer and an eating disorder.
From Famine to Feast. 