Tag Archive | Hope

2019 Has Fully Arrived

2019 Has Fully Arrived

  The capacity for illness to render time nonfunctional is powerful business at the best of times. A time out of time where the markers of human existence warp, become half speed, double speed or just suspended animation in the context of body functions. At the end of last year looked like history was going […]

Cleavers Time Again

Cleavers Time Again

Once more the wheel turns and my garden is bursting with bluebells, violets and lilac. The lush blues and purples enticing me out to play and discover the baby nettles that make the best nettle soup, the beginnings of Herb Robert and of course the most prolific greenery of cleavers. I cannot think or see cleavers […]

2018 Swimming In Source

  For some people the phrase “they fought a lengthy and courageous battle with illness” implies a journey of many years navigating cancer, the treatments, timelines and pharmaceutical helpers. When I die, which I hope will be in some 30 years time I would hope that sentence will no longer be applicable to me but […]

Holding It Together. Hope In The Darkness.

New Years Eve 2004 I felt ill.                                                                                                 […]

WTF IS THIS INTERVAL ORACLE THEN!

WTF IS THIS INTERVAL ORACLE THEN!

Hello dear readers, so I am still here, in this fifth month of May and haven’t migrated over to my new home YET. One of the reasons for this is that I cannot decide whether to be http://www.calliopeGP.com OR Calliopetheguineapig.com. If you have been following me or reading this blog for a while maybe I could […]

Trump and Cancer cells

Trump and Cancer cells

Is the hyperbaric oxygen working? Well I have steadfastly applied myself to the act of arriving on time almost daily before the tank gets locked, and succeeded. For those of you who have been accompanying me on this blog journey for a while you will know what a herculean effort that has been. (https://cancerguineapig.com/2012/11/07/queer-femme-time-pt-1/) The […]

Deep Diving pt 2

I gently pulsed it through my body letting the words be carried through my lymph and through my blood on a wave of silent sound, letting the many needles O has put in me hum with this sound – just to let the cancer know that it’s days are now numbered