35 – The Prisoner of AzCancerBan
I need to stop doing some of the Harry Potter titles, my brain just can’t handle it at the moment, mostly because of fatigue. I swore after the writing workshop that I would write something at least once a month. Just because that was back in March and I’ve done maybe three updates since then… I don’t want to actually go back and look at it. It’s scary to think how quickly this year is passing. Another blink and it’ll…
33 – The Hairs of Chameleon
(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…
29 – The Not-Very Secret Diary
(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…
An Open Letter to Junkee on Breast Cancer
Dear Junkee I was sitting in McDonald’s this afternoon in the CBD of Melbourne, I’d just sat down to eat my cheeseburger after wig shopping, and stumbled across a piece that was paid for by Pink Hope Community, written by Karni Maizels (http://junkee.com/makes-happy-id-tell-21-year-old-self-life-breast-cancer/175454). I commend Karni on coming forward and sharing her story to raise awareness for breast cancer. I have breast cancer too. It’s hard, and it sucks. But this article made me cry. I cried because it was…
27 – The Gruelling Club
(Original title – The Duelling Club) Today is an anniversary of sorts. Today, one year ago, was when I discovered the weirdness on my breast and made a doctor’s appointment. Today is the anniversary of a small and insignificant event that has completely changed my life. If someone had told me that the worst part of cancer was the fatigue back when I was diagnosed 345 days ago, I would have laughed at them. I would have said no, it…