The Festive Special
I’ve sat down to write this piece about half a dozen times over the past few weeks—hoping to have published it long before now—and...
Learning to live with chronic pain
Reaching toward the phone on my bedside table—a halfhearted effort to silence my alarm before it riles the cats further—I am reminded that today will be another spent in pain and discomfort.
A Staring Contest with the Reaper, Pt 2
To live, I must continue not to blink, lest the scythe of the reaper cut me down.
So, I stare back. Unwavering. Stalwart. Tired, nonetheless.
Trials and tribulations
The last time I wrote something, I shared that I was pursuing a clinical trial involving a chemotherapy pump that will deliver drugs straight...
Three more under my belt
Stepping into the late afternoon sun from the cancer centre, I can almost instantly feel my skin’s sensitivity to the heat. In the time...
Stoicism, cancer, and happiness
Throughout my experience with cancer, which spans a decade to days gone by when my mother was staring down her disease, I've had to find ways to keep moving forward through some of the most difficult days of my life.
The path is often challenging and surefootedness is never a guarantee. There are detours, unexpected water features, and shoe-sucking muck. It's never known what lies ahead, even if you're somewhere you've been before.
One night in cancerland
I can feel the cool breeze from the oscillating fan perched atop my dresser passing back and forth across my body.
It feels as if I've stepped into a cool room after being outside on a hot day, the artificial wind kissing my damp skin.
I'm having night sweats. Again.
I’m not Just a Tourist
Nine months ago, I wrote a reflection called Am I Just a Tourist? after thinking about my relationship with illness as it relates to...
Semicolon
It's been 365 days since a surgical resident stood over my masked up face awkwardly holding cutting instruments.
Here's how things are going a year later.
Happy Cancerversary to Me
An entire year has elapsed since I was diagnosed with colon cancer.
The cancer experience is esoteric in nature. Only so much can be conveyed through storytelling and art, but I will do my best to share why this day is not a joyous one for me.