When my mum, Esther, was diagnosed with myeloma in January 2021, our world split in two. There was the life we thought we were…
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I recently went to the supermarket to pick up some groceries. While I was shopping for avocados, an acquaintance approached me. “How is your mother?”…
It started like any ordinary ache — something my mum, Esther, was all too familiar with. She often woke up with a crick in her…
The first time I saw a patient all by himself in the infusion room, I didn’t notice him. No, that’s not what happened. On that…
At my last school reunion, someone asked me, “What do you do?” “I am a writer and a columnist,” I said. At the coffee…
Last year, while I was attending a fundraiser for breast cancer, I watched several hundred people adorned in pink shirts cheering with joy and excitement…
Dr. A is insisting that we should start treating my mother with a new myeloma medication right away. Dr. B is asking us to wait…
When you become a caregiver, nobody warns you that you’ve also become: A Google Alert in human form, always staying up to date on…
During my mom’s last support group meeting, the facilitator asked all the participants to introduce themselves and identify their cancer by name. One after the…
“You are very strong.” People say this as if it’s a compliment. Sometimes when I hear it, I smile back at them and mutter, “Thank…
