I know for a fact some people are positively sick of me talking about my grief journey, but I have to admit – I’m really sure I don’t care. Losing a parent in your 30s is just a special kind of screwed up. You’re old enough to be an adult, so it feels like you… Continue reading Untethered
This is a departure from my cancer talk, but I’ve promised to be honest about my journey, and that includes my mental health journey too. My mother would be positively mortified to know I was publicly talking about this, so in advance – I’m sorry Mom, but silence is the friend of mental illness, and… Continue reading Me and The Ghost
I come from resilient people. My maternal ancestors were forced out of Nova Scotia as part of Le Grand Derangement, when the British “shipped our Acadian ancestors down here to die,” as my mother used to say. She wasn’t wrong. Le Grand Derangement was an act of ethnic cleansing, a genocide. It’s estimated that half… Continue reading Ça c’est bon, sha.
My apologies to St. Dymphna. She is actually the patron saint of depression and anxiety. But, I might be giving her a run for her money these days. COVID isn’t helping, but it’s not just about a viral infection that could kill me, what with the damage to my lungs from the tumors that grew… Continue reading Laura, The Patron Saint of Scanxiety.
Four years ago today, my entire world collapsed around me as I sobbed and screamed from a hospital bed in the middle of an ER as a doctor with a forlorn look on his face delivered the news that I had a massive tumor that had taken over my right kidney. I didn’t understand then… Continue reading Quatre
No disrespect intended to Rage Against the Machine, but I need to get this off my chest, because I have been stewing on this since I got the call a month ago today from my aunt that I needed to get down to Baton Rouge as soon as possible. I literally dropped everything in my life,… Continue reading Vaccinating in the name of…