It started as a way to let words circle the drain, a kind of therapy.
When I was first diagnosed with metastatic breast cancer, I struggled (and still do) to understand it.
Apart from the treatment, nothing really changed in my life, but things are not the same. There is a new feeling, as if the world had changed, as if people, things, and ideas had mutated into a new form, just because I did.
Writing helps me understand and chase what is hidden. It allows me to choose the words that will become the story.
I’ve come to realize that I need these words, so I am sharing them with you, just in case you need them too.
If you are living with a terminal diagnosis, maybe you will find a place to explore the big questions and the minor annoyances of everyday life.
If you are living with metastatic breast cancer, maybe we can exchange tips on how to deal with it all, like side effects from medication and (for some) early menopause.
If you have a loved one in any of these situations, maybe these words can bring you insights about how life goes on through it all.
Or maybe you just need, as I do, to navigate between the disquiet that comes with being alive and the awe-inspiring feeling of the preciousness of time.
I don’t know where we will go from here, but I’m looking forward to finding out.
