Chemotherapy stole my concentration, compassion, and creativity. I came home from chemo treatment to find my brain ransacked. Neurons scattered everywhere. My orderly mental filing cabinet of memories ripped apart and discarded in… Read more Restitution for chemotherapy’s criminal tendencies →
This weekend we were environmental refugees. It happened so fast. On my commute home across the Bow River foot bridge June 21, I marveled at the water’s height, speed and ferocity,… Read more 4 days after the Calgary flood – #YYCflood, #abflood →
Mentors show up, and I don’t always recognize it. As a kid, I didn’t appreciate the people who reached out to help me. I was sure they were just interfering. Looking… Read more Mentors light my path like lanterns →
Two years since this wild cancer ride started. With Triple Negative, I’ve another six years before the highest risk is reduced. How hard can it be to stay alive six… Read more Two and counting →
How suspicious I’ve become of a plastic bottle of goo Two years ago I was decisive – in and out of a store in minutes. Now, I squint at the tiny… Read more Political statement one beauty product at a time →
What can a novel teach about one man’s individual capacity to resist thousands of years of cultural tradition that harms women? One turning point in a story is a significant insight into cross cultural conflict management.
Words matter. My resolution for 2013 is to not wage war against cancer, courageous or cowardly. I decline to be a soldier in the army against a disease. Nor will I win… Read more Worlds in our words →
Hallelujah. I graduated from the Breast Cancer doctor. Hugs, dancing in reception and NO next appointment. Bring on the morass of disability insurance forms. Do I regret my failed attempt to return to work?… Read more Passing the Regret Test →