Sometimes we just need an inch. In times of stagnation, or when it seems that there is no path to victory, something as small as an inch reminds us that there is hope.

So I was unafraid of death—of the moment itself—and of what came afterwards, which was (and is) nothing. It takes balls for a terminal cancer patient to deny the existence of a soul, but it takes even bigger balls to … Continue

Presents Presents Presents! Everyone remembers excessively nagging their parents to open presents. Personally, I fancied the 4 o’clock our; there was something about the slight moisture in the air that made the wrapping paper easier to ravage. Five minutes of … Continue

It turns out that I underestimated the unrelenting power of my illness. Today marks the one week anniversary of infection, and the nation known as Stomach is slowly starting to tally the casualties and gain an understanding of the scope … Continue

Secret worlds were revealed on sick days. The house had a certain glow, and there was something magical about daytime television, soap operas excluded. Everything seemed forbidden, and life shifted into a kind of delicate limbo. These were times when … Continue