Portobello
This is by my beautiful student and friend Beth, who helped clear out my London flat today. Flat is cleared out. Fuck you cancer. Fuck it. Love you Jessica Berson x Portobello - for JB. So let's talk about ghosts
And where they breathe and where they go- when the body has promised that it's time to dip the lights low
Last week you told me something in a message that made my blood drain white:
(that it's the tumour that holds you upright and keeps your spine together)
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One Day at a Time
Whoever came up with this bromide should be shot and then shot again the next day. How's that? Which day was which? We don't live life one day at a time, we live it in great big spoonfuls of tomorrows and yesterdays. What if in this precious one day your kids happen to be acting like total jerks, and you'd really rather spend the countdown in bed reading fetishistically about other young moms with metastatic breast cancer to see if their plights are worse than yours? Or diggi
