Much as I doubt that anyone is still following this blog, I feel that it has become: a) a confessional for me, b) a record of living with MF, again, for me, and c) something that someone may stumble upon, perhaps long after I'm no longer here, while looking for information and resources for living with MF. Throughout the three years of living with this particular blood cancer, my mind has been all over the place, settling on something one minute and then casting it aside and going in another direction minutes later. I guess that's what happens when you live with a disease that's designed to take your life, and if you're the sort of person who spends far too much time processing it, and perhaps more pointedly, overthinking it. Two months into 2024, I've come to an odd, but somehow comforting conclusion: My disease and I are going to make an agreement. I've decided that I don't want to pursue a stem cell transplant. In truth, I don't actually want to liv
There hasn’t been much information to share here lately, or at least it’s seemed that way. As predicted in an earlier post , friends have begun to pass away. Leo Cheverie was 60 when he died of cancer this past October, and although it’s standard practice to heap praise upon the deceased, Leo was truly one of a kind. He was a smart, thoughtful, compassionate individual who was involved in just about any social justice cause you can think of. The posthumous accolades such as the Leo Cheverie Cultural Connector Award (PEI Arts Awards) and the Leo Cheverie Activism Award ( PEI Division of the Canadian Union of Public Employees (CUPE) ) support this. Leo and I would check in, whether through Messenger or by meeting for lunch, to share cancer stories and to generally commiserate. One thing we cancer people rarely let the rest of you know about is the fact that we dish about you. Yes, you. We talk about how you interact with us, how you respond (or don’t) to our cancer, whether you se