Experiences specific to me, and not necessarily the site. Memories and such that defy category.
Stop telling people with cancer your untested cure and stop giving people who are chronically ill unsolicited and unsanctioned medical advice. If you think it’s life and death that we know? Just ask.
For several months I’ve been stuck on the book. Should I write about being a spoonie with cancer? Do I write only about my cancer experience? Who the hell cares about this book? That wasn’t rhetorical. I have a practical side and if I’m going to throw serious time and effort behind creating this book? It has to make a profit somehow. And the best way is for it to sell to actual people it can help. If no one cares, I thought, could I add all the resources I found to make it at least helpful? Am I too friggin exhausted still, to be writing anybody’s book? It’s a lot to consider. Then today I had an explosion on Twitter. It was sparked by a polite public exchange, then a very rude private exchange, in which two different people tried to tell me that vitamin/mineral deficiencies were at the root of my illness problems. (Meanwhile I take a liquid mineral complex daily and am on three prescription megadoses of vitamins and two non-prescription ones. I have spirulina in my house at all times and I promise I hit my daily allowance for vegetables more often than anyone you know. FOH.) So here are my rant(s). I’m so goddamn sick of you over-privileged Kumbaya assholes. I’m not sick because I didn’t catch the Holy Spirit. Fuck. You. pic.twitter.com/BQQS8xpDhF — Tinu Abayomi-Paul?? (@Tinu) September 22, 2017 Meanwhile, I’m pretty open about being a Christian. Not that it’s anyone’s business but I
