My VEINS are filled, once a week with a Neapolitan carpet cleaner distilled from the Adriatic and I am as BALD as an egg.
However, I still get around and am mean to cats.
~John Cheever, letter to Philip Roth, 10 May 1982
1 week ago
This is a diary by an ordinary woman who suddenly had ovarian cancer. Extraordinary! And rather startling to say the least. Since then I have had an aneurysmal subarachnoid haemorrhage… plus an interesting type of stroke. And I have aphasia. The never ending, invisible disablement 🦹🏼 So - such fun right?
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