Voice of ONE
Papa Gets a Stem Cell Transplant
December 6, 2013
Papa had blood and platelet transfusions, G shots in his belly, a PET scan that took four tries, and round two of RICE chemo. Each appointment lasted hours. Most were at 6:45 a.m. which with Myles and our hour drive to the clinic meant waking up around 4 to get dressed and meet my mother-in-law to give her Myles around 5:30. I sat in the waiting room typing away at my book, or browsing Facebook, or the news, writing emails to my mother whom I do not talk to enough. I learned which chairs were next to electric plugs to recharge my electronic devices; I knew which chairs were under air vents and freezing. I chatted with patients and families -- I guess I look approachable, or people are nervous and need to chat with someone other than their caregiver who they spend hours with. Most of them were living in hotels or cancer houses in the area; people travel from across the country to have their cancer care at the Cancer Care Alliance.
Cancer Spends the Night
September 9, 2013
Cancer is a scary disease, a career, or an opponent in battle depending on who you are and how you look at it.
Working on ME to Make US Stronger
August 14, 2013
And then Myles turned 3.
The Life of "i"
June 24, 2013
A while back I had an idea to spend a weekend without touching my iPhone, not to play "Candy Crush", to check "Facebook" to see what my 436 best friends were up to, no CNN, no local news no "Words with Friends" -- just family real life time.
Life Is a Death Sentence
March 20, 2013
From the time we're born we begin to die. We put bad things in our bodies. We smoke, drink, eat junk food and internally think if no one knows you snuck a candy bar for breakfast it's okay.
Ring Around the Primary Care Doctor
February 15, 2013
I got a fabulous letter in the mail a few weeks back:
He Said, She Said
December 18, 2012
"I got it from her, she got it from a gay ex-boyfriend," he told his then wife.
I Am Proud
November 30, 2012
I am proud that I am not embarrassed by this diagnosis. I am proud that it has made me stronger and I didn't turn myself into a victim. I am proud that I have befriended the woman who acquired HIV from the same man as me.
Boobies (and Cancer vs. AIDS)
October 31, 2012
Everyone loves boobies. Other than me -- I want a reduction, but that's another topic for another day. One of Seattle's breast cancer walks this year was on Sept. 22nd. That was the SAME Day that Life Long AIDS Alliance had its annual AIDS Walk. The breast cancer walk was advertised everywhere, from radio to TV, and even flyers hanging around town.
Life, Death and Photographs
September 13, 2012
I finally had a dream I was dying of AIDS. I was living in a concentration camp-like place, just watching other people get sick, patiently waiting my turn. There were winding stairwells and the place kind of resembled a fire station training building, it was a huge square, a cold dark and ugly building. (Or maybe I was on an episode of Ghost Adventures?) Anyway, my husband Keanen was there for a visit, Myles was not. I got taken out to go shopping in San Diego, a place I remember well. I was in the Padre Store in Mission Valley. I was actually pissed off when I woke up and I was not in fact back home in San Diego.
Voice of ONE
Brooke was diagnosed HIV positive in January 2010 -- two months married and 11 weeks pregnant with her first baby -- and has already begun to educate others about HIV. She lives in Seattle, and her poetry has been featured on TheBody.com. Her son was born on July 15, 2010.
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December 6, 2013 - Papa Gets a Stem Cell Transplant: A Blog Entry by Brooke Davidoff
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