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believed, seen: a dream comes true

When a dream comes true after cancer, it carries a certain extra heft.  It need not be a dream of life-altering magnitude, like having a child.  It can be something much smaller, even seemingly trivial, like getting up close with … Continue reading

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comfort in the fight

There’s danger in complacency/And comfort in the fight. – Jonatha Brooke Every so often, no matter how “great” you are feeling, there are moments in a survivor’s life when the sheer shit storm of cancer and its after-effects come along … Continue reading

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the wanting comes in waves

In a post a few weeks back, I was thinking about the injustice of a world in which people who are unable or unwilling to raise children continue to produce babies at an often-alarming rate, while people like me get totally fucked out … Continue reading

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the sounds

I have long suspected that the reason I love music so much is because I lack a strong sense of smell.  For most people, the conventional wisdom is that smell is the primary trigger for memory.  Something else must be … Continue reading

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