Upon Being Banished from the Palliative Care Ward, April 15, 2026 Anne sits alone in her erstwhile chamber where sunlight no longer spills. Silent, ineffable words lost somewhere in the hush of her transfigured mind, yet nothing escapes her notice. She counts each kindness of nurses, counsellors, personal caregivers, by its weight, the shape..
The slings of outrageous fortune: * Anne is lifted gingerly from her hospital bed by cold machinery and kind hands The nurses arrive, silent shadows, hands sure, voices soft as cotton, preparing the sling: straps unfurled, pulleys waiting, a cradle of blue and white, hope woven in webbing. Anne lies still, her body slight..
For Anne in her palliative care bed, every day is “Sweet Dessert Day” Rewind to the early 1980s: Like so many first-time parents, Anne and I were brimming with righteous resolve to shield our offspring from the evils of junk food. “Sweet Dessert Day” was our grand idea, a weekly treat so exclusive it..
Easter Sunday Morning, April 5, 2026: Anne’s Resurrection Through Suffering Easter Sunday morning, pale light catches the edge of Anne’s brow; the world opens quietly, as she lies in the hush of suffering. The slow erosion of memory, cells dividing and retreating, becomes a kind of crucifixion, days measured in pills and prayers. She..
What you don’t see: The invisible realities of living with and caring for a person with a brain tumour Believe it or not, we’re approaching May, which is Brain Tumour Awareness Month, and the Brain Tumour Foundation of Canada is launching a national campaign called “What You Don’t See.” Brain tumours impact every part of life in ways..