I have always been a writer, but I’ve treated this gift like a loyal pet, something that will always be around while I go off and do other, more ‘important’ things. I need to ‘make a living’, I need to work, I need to volunteer, I need to maintain my friendships, I need to play video games. But even loyal pets die.
The next day saw us move between the couch and the bed all day as we ate leftovers and finished the movie from the night before and watched two more. By 6pm, we were finally caught up!
But even this is so interesting. To her understanding, the doctor would normally biopsy the external of the ovarian cyst, which means that if the surgery had gone perfectly to plan, they wouldn’t have found the cancer, which was precisely contained within the ovarian cyst without any external evidence. So I’m extremely luck the cyst burst and had to be removed, otherwise I would have had ovarian cancer but no one would have known, which would not have had a good prognosis.
Turns out my colon is as squeaky clean as the day it came into the world with me. No polyps, no tumours, nothing to biopsy at all. The spot seen on the CT could not be replicated. My colon is golden!
It didn’t seem like much of a choice – I wasn’t about to jump into surgery, knowing that I could lose one or both of my ovaries, without even trying a medicinal approach.
I have always been delightfully regular, getting my period with the cycles of the moon, and being able to predict it down to a day or three. My period has been this way since I first got it at eight years old. I do use an app to record my cycles, more for my own interest than any need to monitor it. I began to notice I was clicking on the “Heavy” button more often than I used to.
We were in Pancake Bay, which sits on Lake Superior. My first great lake experience and I loved it! Superior is mythical, so cold ‘she doesn’t give up her dead’, as in, bodies sink to the bottom instead of floating to the top because it’s too cold for decomposition. I can attest to this – it was among the coldest swims I’ve ever taken, but I had to and it was so worth it.
This is a photo of me only minutes before something tragic and difficult to comprehend occurred before my eyes. My girlfriend Kai and I were at the beaches in Toronto, by the old waterworks building. It was a chilly day with massive waves on Lake Ontario. The water was clouded and choppy. Some of theContinue reading “Blog: The Swimmer”
Most of the rooms had labels for male prisoners, so it was really cool that the one we got had a placard for a woman – the owner of a house of ill-repute, no less. All of the other women’s labels talked about offenses like ‘keeping and untidy house’ and ‘vagrancy’, so you can see the misogyny here.