Some Space In-Between

BC and AD

In this edition of Notes From A Trip To, there is writing about the space I find myself in as I get further from diagnosis and treatment, an invitation to a June LIVE Session of my Applications for Artist Class (I opened one up due to unanticipated demand), an invitation to book me to facilitate a pottery workshop for any communities you’re a part of, and the usual citations/footnotes because I love them. In two weeks I’ll be sharing some herbal supports for relief from seasonal allergies.

Let’s get into it shall we?

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April 2024. Ann Arbor, Michigan. Thirty years old. Somewhere after death.

I do not feel like a cancer patient anymore. I do not feel like a survivor either. I occupy some space in between and I am grasping for language to mark the territory of the place I find myself in now. A place full of glory and steeped in grief. 

My life has expanded around the grief and trauma of my diagnosis. I have entered and been a resident of the surveillance state that is remission¹ for three years now. And at this point, in this place, I am feeling the distance inherent in arriving at this location.