whenever im sad i just think about how the welsh word for microwave is popty ping
that.. that helps.
“There is no manual for dating with chronic illness, for dating after cancer. There is no easy way to douse the flames of early love with the realities of life-threatening illness. There is no easy way to integrate your sick universe with the healthy without causing friction, confusion and pain.”
-- I wrote a new essay for the Huffington Post. I’d love you forever if you read it. (Seriously, I can love strangers.)