Welcome to Cancer: A Ride on the C-Train

This blog began as a lifeline—a way to hold on to myself when everything else felt like it was slipping.

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Writing became a ritual, something steady I reached for when the chemo fog crept in or the fear got loud. It was part therapy, part logbook, and part quiet rebellion against the things cancer tried to take from me.

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Some days, it helped me track what my body was doing—subtle signs, like fingers fumbling over buttons, hinting at things I wasn’t ready to face. Other days, it helped me make meaning from the mess, stitching words together when the world didn’t make sense.

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This version of the blog was a bit of a reboot. Same story, just told a little clearer. The original content is still here, just reshaped—better organised, easier to follow, and more reflective of where I was at.

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This space was never polished or perfect, and it definitely wasn’t a highlight reel. It was honest. It was human. And if you’re reading it—whether you’re walking a similar path or just reaching in from the edges—you’re already part of it.

 

So stay, read, swear if you need to — I often did, frequently, and still do.

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We're in it together.