“I do not wish my anger and pain and fear about cancer to fossilize into yet another silence, nor to rob me of whatever strength can lie at the core of this experience, openly acknowledged and examined.” – Audre Lorde, The Cancer Journals
When I first learned I had cancer, I wanted stories. I reread, once again, Audre Lorde’s The Cancer Journals, a work of brilliance and heart and light. I read books by oncologists and survivors. I read so many case studies and scientific papers and articles, especially on sleepless nights, and with cancer, there are many of those. But what I wanted most were stories from people with cancer, cancer like mine, people like me: young, uninsured, trans, not likely to survive. Real stories, too. Ones that don’t put on a brave face but tell it like it is. Stories that feel all the feels. Because of the stories I couldn’t find, this blog exists. Because somewhere out there is someone like me. I want to extend my hand to that person. Come, let’s go for a walk.