Still Me By Rashmi

One of the things cancer has taught me is that people don’t always know what to say. Some disappear because they’re afraid of saying the wrong thing. Some become wonderfully practical. Some become unexpectedly brave. And some simply love you exactly as they always have. During my four rounds of A&C chemotherapy, the daughter of…

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I’ve never understood golf. I understand most sports. In tennis, two people hit a ball to each other. In cricket, someone bowls and someone bats. In football, twenty-two people chase the same ball around a field. I understand the objective. Golf, however, has always baffled me. As far as I can tell, everyone arrives carrying…

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Years ago, a close friend’s mother was diagnosed with stomach cancer. A few years later, it came back. I remember talking to my own mum about it. We both felt sad for her. We assumed she didn’t have much time left. My mum, on the other hand, was full of life. She laughed easily, loved…

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One of the things I remember most clearly about my first diagnosis isn’t the phone call.Or the biopsy.Or even hearing the word “malignant.”It’s Christmas. We had sent the biopsy sample away, and like most people waiting for results, we were trying not to imagine the worst.My husband quietly gave the laboratory his phone number and…

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When people think of an oncology waiting room, they probably imagine silence.Heads bent. Anxious faces.Everyone counting the minutes until their name is called.Mine isn’t quite like that.It begins with a black file.Every patient has one.The doctor’s name is printed on the front, and inside are his notes, test results and, rather wonderfully, his artistic interpretation…

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