(Original title: The Heir of Slytherin) Every time I go to the hairdresser, I apologise for my hair. Sometimes because it’s dirty, but mostly because of the mess it’s going to make on the floor. I have so much hair. It is thick, and I have a lot of it, and when it’s on the ground it’s just everywhere. Through the diagnostic process, I knew I had cancer. I just knew it, and I made the decision to cut my…
(Original title: The Chamber of Secrets) It’s been a while since I’ve written anything. I’ve been going to a writing class on Wednesdays, and the last session is this week. I’ll be sad when I don’t have it to look forward to anymore, because I’ve really enjoyed learning different tricks to work through writers block and practising writing for solid lengths of time where your fingers aren’t allowed to stop typing (which usually means I end up writing stream of…
Maybe it’s the rum or the sun or the fresh food or the cool breeze or the sleep I’m finally getting, but I’ve been a little bit melancholy on what should have been an awesomely happy trip. There’s been a day or two when I just needed some gentle reassurance that I’m okay and that I can actually have fun if I want to, but I feel like I’ve hit a wall in a bunch of ways and I can’t…
(Original title: Cornelius Fudge) I am trying to think of a good story to tell you about myself while my flight has been delayed, cancelled, delayed and delayed again at Hobart Airport. I don’t really know if I have a good one that is in its entirety from the same day, but I’ll tell you about when I moved to Melbourne and how awesome my friends are. This was actually written over two separate airports on two different continents, so…
(Original title – The Very Secret Diary) I posted an entry earlier responding to an article that was written on Thursday and published via Junkee, an online “news” source. Mostly they post pop-culture articles and memes. But they posted an article about a 24-year-old woman who was diagnosed with Stage 1 breast cancer with a BRCA 1 gene mutation last year and had a preventative double-mastectomy instead of just a lumpectomy. She spoke of how her whole life turned upside-down…
(Original title: The Polyjuice Potion) I’ve been thinking a lot about death for about the last month or so, ever since my Pall Care doctor (henceforth known as “Dr Hubble”) raised it with me. It’s actually been a little longer than a month, probably two. It’s not that it’s “time” to think about specifics, but more that he is preparing me for the inevitability of my situation and checking in on my general mental health and gauging my reactions…