A wig is a curious thing. I have learned that there is a real art to selecting and wearing a wig. And when you do …
Toronto General Hospital, Sunday, April 15th This has been a tough weekend. I woke up on Saturday morning with a high fever — not a good …
When I was a little girl, I would sneak into my parents’ bed every morning and cuddle cuddle with my Mum before starting the day. …
Today I am proud of myself. I woke up in the morning not feeling so good. Part of this, I think, was going through chemo this …
Today, I had an epiphany. Until recently the approach I have taken with my cancers has been to give up on this year and focus …
As my mom’s hair was being shaved, I was reminded of this inspirational track from 2005… I am not my hair / I am not this …
On Sunday, I sensed, rather than felt, my hair separate from my scalp. I was in bed and stayed very still hoping that if I …
Last night, my Mum snuck into my bed at midnight to wish me happy birthday. Yesterday, I turned 24 years old. As she held me …
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