I first met Bridget Jones in the basement of a friend’s from high school. I was 15, she was 32 and had already been around for a few years. I have to admit, at first I really took her for granted. Ms. Jones had the misfortune of sharing a bill with Love, Actually, which featured a more densely Harry … More Me and Bridget Jones
It’s my second day of classes. It’s my two year CT scan. I have to pick up my textbooks. I have to pick up my progesterone. I’m distracted at my lecture. I’m distracted at my oncologists. Do I have enough time to do all these readings? Do I have enough time to live this life … More Back to School/Back to Scans
Today Buzzfeed ran an article titled This Kid Had His Birthday Party At Target And It Was Everything. Now admittedly, this is a better birthday party than I was expecting to read about. A birthday party at target sounds kind of like something a dead-beat parent would try and pull-off when they realized that though they had … More Do Better: Clickbait and Cancer
I am missing pieces. Pieces of time. Days, weeks, months are blurred from my mind. I can’t hold these moments. I’m not even sure what was there to begin with. The pieces are simply missing. Sometimes I have a sense of what was there. I can feel that this is my brain protecting me from … More The Act of Forgetting
Hey ladies, just wanted to give you a heads up. There’s been a lot more chatter in recent years about the cost of being a lady. It’s been called the ‘pink tax’. It’s the bullshit we pay extra for on everyday products and the exorbitant amount that those with a vagina have to pay to maintain clean … More Menopaused.
In August of 2014, I was released from formal treatment and entered the world of cancer monitoring. It was a bizarre appointment for me, I had a lot of emotions to manage. There is a large expectation that I should act elated and triumphant, that I loudly celebrate the end of my cancer journey. I have … More 3 months.
Most everyone has some weird nervous tick they’ve picked up along the way. They bite their nails. They grit their teeth. They bite their pencils. I would guess that most people have no idea why they do these things and wish they could just stop. They try bitter nail polish. They invest in mouthguards. They occupy … More Picky Picky
People that love pot really love their pot. When I tell people I’m not so into smoking weed, the passionate pot people protest that I’m simply not using the right strain or method or in the wrong environment. It’s annoying, but I do a similar dance when people tell me they aren’t into Friday Night Lights. When you love something, … More Adventures in Medical Marijuana
The first time I was called fat was by my middle school boyfriend. I was in the midst of my second attempt to break up with him (the first had been thwarted by his unexpected tears and my lackluster confrontation skills). This second break up still had tears, but they were much angrier. Through his … More The weight of it all.
Well, I’ve never been great at self-motivation. Too bad that blogs are entirely fuelled by it. My apologies for going so long without an entry… I’m in the midst of the semester coming to a close. I have been pursuing my undergraduate degree since 2007. When I graduate this coming May, I will have been … More Canschooled