i'm stupid now

chemo brain may just get the best of me yet.

my conversational skills are for shit. the chances of me ever being a desirable social option for anyone under any circumstances is untenable.

lately I've been wondering who I would have been without being made a disabled freak before I had a chance to become something else. anything else of any note whatsoever.

i really think I would have been someone interesting and worth having around.

i really do.

giving testimony

I figure that most who would read this blog would consider me to be a whiner.

First of all, fuck them.
Second of all, I don't.

Give your testimony. Injustice is the real cancer. Restorative justice may not be the cure, but it helps to heal the deeply scarred and forgotten.

open letter to my father at christmas time

I recently had to debase myself and ask my father for a loan to pay for a Speech Language Pathologist. Despite my Canadian address, rehabilitation for cancer survivors is not paid for by the government. They'll be happy to save your body, but to hell with your life!!

(Someday I'll tell you about how my father's wife once told me that not only do I NOT deserve financial support for my disabilities, but that I should pay the government back for my cancer treatment. She wasn't even trying to insult me ... she actually believed this drivel.)

My father thinks that my reports about late effects are lies.
(umm, New England Journal of Medicine?)

Here's an email I'm working on to send him (if only ...):

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And, scene!