Patient
Dancing Through the Rain with Cancer
Words painted on the wall of my first infusion center. I never imagined how much power and importance these words would have in my life that first day I sat in an infusion chair for my eight-hour long infusion of alpha interferon, intron A.
Read More...The Adulting You Can’t See
There always seems to be a buzzword for a time period in one’s life that sticks. The current word is “adulting”. It’s the word that doesn’t need explaining and represents more than the word itself.
Read More...War With Cancer
Brain cancer kills. It kills in just more than one way. It slowly started to kill me in 2019. It gave me a glimpse of Death, face to face with his beckoning eyes. He was elated that he could inscribe my name in his book of souls.
Read More...Anxiety Stream
There’s a lyric from Snoh Aalegra’s song “Violet Skies” that goes “I’ve always been a worrier, but I’ll always be a warrior”. For some reason, that lyric stuck with me when I started my cancer journey.
Read More...Adulting is Bananas
The light of the refrigerator blinded me. I was confused as to why it was so dark; I had just awakened from a nap. A nap that I had not planned. Sleep sometimes attacks me; I call them sleep attacks.
Read More...To you baba, I live
When my father was diagnosed with lung cancer, I knew I would also fall sick, very soon. Six months later, I started feeling a growing lump but thought that maybe it’s some sort of hormonal change.
Read More...Dear Younger Self
Younger Brooke,
Hi love, it’s you… future you. I wanted you to know that on October 26th, 2024– you will get a phone call that wakes you up.
Read More...a life forgotten
I grieve every life. I could have lived these past years. I miss who I was.
Read More...I Wish Someone Told Me to Try to Go with the Flow
When I was diagnosed the first time around, back in 2017, I had a pretty idealistic view of how I would navigate chemotherapy. I was convinced I would successfully use the cold cap and keep all of my hair.
Read More...A Kinder Way to Life
Cancer, like a death sentence, was pronounced on me at the age of 33. I guess I can be only thankful that I didn’t know I had it until long after my operation was over.
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