My sister was born 24 years ago today. I don’t really remember anything about the day she was born; I was 3 years old.
Then, 23 years and about 8 months ago, she died of leukemia. We didn’t know she had cancer — the disease spreads so quickly in an infant, her cells already dividing so fast — until she was gone. I remember that day much more clearly.
I don’t have anything clever or profound to say.
Today, like every other July 30, I’m sad. Sad that we didn’t get more time together. Sad that I’ll never know what…
For my 26th birthday dinner, I ate plain mashed potatoes and unseasoned ramen noodles, while filling out a form with questions like: “Do you have a family history of motion sickness?”
I’m in my seventh week of a vestibular migraine episode. It’s a rare, and somewhat disputed, type of migraine that doesn’t present primarily as head pain. For me, this type of migraine manifests “vertiginously,” which is to say I am a little bit dizzy and super nauseated all the time.
I’m deeply, inescapably nauseated, but I can’t throw up. Or, I guess I could, but it wouldn’t fix anything…
Professional stan for planet Earth. I wrote about being sick.