Her name badge looked so common and ordinary; it was a tiny, plastic square attached to the hem of a pocket on her scrubs. But…
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I used to pride myself on my memory. Growing up, I remembered every detail of things that happened. Sometimes I would – very annoyingly —…
I can vividly recall an incident that occurred inside the infusion room one day last November. It was the third hour of a four-hour drip…
A few weeks ago, I wrote about the annual challenge I face during the season of Lent: the temptation of Thin Mints. The Thin…
Recently, I’ve observed a new type of quietness between my mum and me. It is not the usual silence that arises after a myeloma…
I just had my quarterly tuneup and oil change — not for my car, though. For me. Just like a car needs regular maintenance, a…
I had asked my mum a simple question about her lunch, but what came back at me made me question why I had ever decided…
Have you ever heard something like this after telling someone you have multiple myeloma? “Oh, my uncle had that! It was on his nose!”…
As a caregiver, I can recall some moments when the kindest thing I could have done felt brutal. Sometimes, when I reflect on the…
Remission does not equal a cure. That can be a tough concept for people who don’t live with cancer. They see you go through…
