There is a hunger in my belly. A gnawing rumble. An emptiness. A hollow entreaty to be satiated. It is not food I crave. I am lucky there, food aplenty in my fridge, or delivered to my door. No, it is a deeper yearning, a desire to be fed, to suckle and be nurtured and…
Tag: Epilepsy
Cannabis and Me: Breaking the Law to Live
I I have just celebrated the second anniversary of the day I almost died. But I didn’t. I have also just passed the two-year mark from the day on which I received a diagnosis of stage 4 lung cancer. And last week, the long-awaited scan results from the first phase of the trial I am…
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