(Original title: Dobby’s Reward) I did a fundraiser during May for Love Your Sister, which is something that I’ve never done before. Sure, we’ve all done the “doorknock your neighbours and get $5 to do a fun run” thing as a kid, but that doesn’t count. You only raise $50 or so and it goes to I don’t even know where – maybe the school? – and you run or walk the course and then you totally forget about it….
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…
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…