My best friend is dying of cancer. These are my notes on sickness, love and letting go.
I’m back in my hometown of Victoria, BC for the holidays, staying with my best friend, Z. I’ve been here for five days already, and while I’m geographically back in the Pacific Northwest, my body somehow still thinks it’s on Stockholm time, refusing to adjust. As a result, I’ve been waking up at 3:00 am every morning, totally alert. It’s annoying, feeling out of sync with everyone around me, and reliably falling asleep on the couch at 7:00 pm every…
