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romance, sunshine, and cream tarts

Tue, 02/14/2012 - 02:04 -- Bee

Observation: Lisbon has more drug dealers per capita than any place I've ever been. Also, boy scouts.

The dealers are shocking because nobody has ever offered to sell me drugs, let alone six strangers on any given public square.

The boy scouts? Well, I kind of thought they were extinct. Or at least, elsewhere in the world the older ones refrain from going out in public with the hats on.

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the right wrong thing

Fri, 02/10/2012 - 02:02 -- Bee

The surgeon wanted to make a standing date for more super annoying cancer treatments every Friday for the rest of the month.

I went "Uh. . . no."

He was surprised - who turns down such exciting offers?

I shrugged. "I'll be out of the country."

The plan was even (to my not so secret delight) a direct challenge to the whole notion of cancer, because I jetted away toward that dazzling forbidden treat: sunlight.

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works a treat

Sun, 02/05/2012 - 01:56 -- Bee

On the fourth day after treatment I was still raw - literally - and my skin had broken out in a predictable and nasty allergic reaction to the dressings. My back was on fire with that special itch so well known, and loathed, in childhood.

Unfortunately, this meant that I had to grit my teeth and venture out to an upscale lady store, where they sell premium potions that actually work.

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babies don't dance and they can't buy beer

Sat, 02/04/2012 - 23:15 -- Bee

This is the second year in a row my old friend KTS has materialised on my birthday - though both occasions were coincidental to him I consider the visits a rare and splendid gift.

He & his wife stopped by on their way to Paris via Istanbul and it was great fun to show them my daily routine and take them on jetlagged walking tours: Bunhill Fields, the Barbican, the Tate Modern, Two Temple, Prufrock.

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rendered, not received

Thu, 02/02/2012 - 01:54 -- Bee

The experience of cancer, much like the experience of being a mother, involves large swaths of caretaking. Rendered, not received.

From the nurses holding my shoulder to the taxi driver who picks me up outside the clinic, the friend or family member who changes the dressing on the wounds, the person behind the counter as I buy a cup of coffee: whatever happens, whatever they say, it is my job to either conceal the truth or make them feel better about what they are looking at.

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tough

Wed, 02/01/2012 - 01:52 -- Bee

"On a scale of one to ten, ten being the worst pain you've ever experienced. . . ."

I let the doctor finish, then said "My pain threshold is calibrated on a different scale. This won't hurt."

He signalled to the nurses behind me, and they all put on safety goggles. He said "We have transplant patients who say this is the worst pain of their lives. They're tough nuts, but they feel it."

I shrugged, and strapped on my own pair of safety goggles. "Uh huh."

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please join me

Fri, 12/30/2011 - 03:03 -- Bee

Please join me in sending happy birthday wishes to Susan, producer of Hipmama.com and good friend to us all!

Throughout the years her commitment to this site has been demonstrated in quiet, necessary, and critical ways. She has been a dependable and massively influential source of knowledge, technical expertise, and cultural observation. Her thoughtfulness, kindness, and patience are exemplary, and her humor in the midst of crisis is invaluable. I cannot exaggerate how important her contribution is and how much I respect and admire her.

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