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…
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…
(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…
(Original title – The Writing on the Wall) Yeah, I know, but it was kind of perfect to keep the original title. I feel like it’s time for another jumbled rant. So I was sitting in Chicago’s O’Hare Airport, 90 minutes until my flight leaves, scrolling through Facebook. An article appears about how our pursuit of happiness is making us more anxious than ever, and it got me thinking. “Follow your bliss” is the biggest bit of bullshit I have…