I have scars. Some are small, dots of white, thickened skin from IVs and needles. Some are grand and dramatic, hinting of glorious, terrifying wounds. I’ve written here and here about where they came from, so I won’t rehash it again. I always think of that day in May, shortly after my 37th birthday, as … Continue reading
I forget sometimes, you see. My memory isn’t what it used to be. I forget names and places. There are chunks of my young adulthood from which I retain only the sketchiest of memories. So, I guess it makes sense that I forget this, too. It’s been 18 years since my cancer diagnosis, when they … Continue reading
Okay, Susan, cut to the chase. For those of you who read my last post, Today’s Letter is “C”, you might remember that I’ve been spending way, way, way too much time visiting the gynecological oncologist and was heading in for a complete hysterectomy because there were some suspicious growths, particularly a neoplasm on my … Continue reading
My brother in law died a couple of weeks ago, after a long battle with a brain tumour. It took him by inches, eventually leaving him so weak that it was all he could do to get out of bed and into a chair. The time was his choice, for we have medically assisted dying … Continue reading
The worst part about my 24/7 unrelenting severe migraine isn’t the constant pain. It’s been accepting the other symptoms that make it difficult to focus, ruin my short-term memory, and keep me from using even a little of the talents, skills, and knowledge that I’ve worked all my life to develop. But, even though I’ve … Continue reading
One of the events I attended for Pride this year was the latest iteration of Toronto’s edition of Naked Boys Reading. When I arrived, one of my friends who works at the venue innocently asked me if I was going to be reading. And without missing a beat, without even thinking, my response was to … Continue reading
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