Imagine you were in terrible pain and you were dying. How would you choose to die? Continue reading →

I haven’t told my story in a while. I’ll start with some symptoms from the old days. Continue reading →

A terminal cancer diagnosis sucks. Does it help to know long you have left? Continue reading →

What need is there to weep over parts of life? The whole of it calls for tears. Continue reading →

Sometimes I forget the dog’s name. Continue reading →

Vorasidenib improves survival of low-grade glioma patients to an extent that is miraculous. Continue reading →

The first thing they say is “Whatever you do, do not Google for information about your tumour.” Continue reading →

“How about you think about it overnight and let me know tomorrow?” Continue reading →

It’s been a year since that fateful day when the doc called. Continue reading →

Not today. Continue reading →