Thoughts from the Post-Scriptum

Shout-out to Neil for this because it totally made my week.

Stuff White People Like

I'm a little horrified at how many of these things I actually really like!

so whenever i try to work at home i find myself spending more time watching television, cleaning my apartment, doing laundry, making snacks, thinking about other side projects i want to work on, listening to podcasts, looking up information on wikipedia, facebooking, chatting, making phonecalls, checking up on my finances, looking at beautiful apartments i can't afford, looking at real estate listings and cursing myself for not becoming a trades person so i can afford a condo, making coffee, drinking coffee, wondering why i have such terrible heartburn after eight cups, switching to herbal tea, drinking herbal tea, looking at electronics i would like to buy, the ikea catelogue, blog posts that take way too long to write... i think you get the idea.

i've been going to Tinto Coffeehouse to get work done, sitting by the window and writing. today the waitress recognized me and just asked "you're a large coffee right?"

it's nice to be recognized. :)

i dream of a coffeehouse with bright windows, wifi and plenty of outlets, bottomless coffee and no children allowed on the property.

tinto is great... except the coffee isn't bottomless and there are currently three small children that are a little to close for comfort.

we need someone this charasmatic up in canada...

ladies and gentlemen if any of you love me and want to buy me the perfect birthday present in the world (april 15th) you will get me harvey magila the dancing rabbi.

i am not kidding.

this past weekend i presented a paper at the Communication and Culture Graduate Student's conference.

i can't remember the last time i was that nervous, the room was filled with friends and colleagues all of whom i have tremendous intellectual respect for. add to that one of canada's tier one CRC's and you can imagine how nervous i was. (she is also on the admissions committee for my PhD... natch.)

the first five minutes of the paper were pretty jumbled, my palms were sweaty, my voice was trembly, it was not so great. once i calmed down and got to an altitude of 35,000 feet everything improved. i'd never presented in front of people i actually cared about before, normally i go to conferences where nobody knows me for that very reason but i have to say the 20 minutes of discussion after my presentation made me feel pretty damn great. i got several compliments on the paper which was nice, my intellectual Moriarty took some great delight in pointing out how nervous i was... sometimes people can be huge bitches.

now back to the grind... will the foucault ever end?

it's been a really intense week.

last week i received an acceptance to the sfu school of communication PhD program. i could feel the tension i've been carrying around for the last two years begin to unwind, the hard work i've done finally paid off. i was in!

i don't remember the last time i felt so excited and happy about something, well actually, i've been lucky in my academic career i've had several of these blessings along the way telling me that i was actually good at what i was doing. the constant feelings of insecurity were, at least for the moment, gone and replaced with a feeling of immense pride in what i had done and managed to accomplish. like all good things though this quickly came crashing down around me... i once commented on the blog that anytime my professional life was starting to go well my personal life would fall apart around me.

it was good friday and i was at my parents place just clearing some snow away from the patio, my mother stepped out and asked me to come inside for a minute, visibly shaken and with a tremble in her voice. i was sure someone died, and i started to run through the worst case scenarios in my head as i went into the house. never in my wildest dreams did i think i would receive what was waiting for me.

"i had my mammogram in january, there were some spots that they wanted to look at, i had a biopsy a few weeks back and it turns out that i have cancer."

i don't think there is a feeling that can quite match your mother telling you this. the closest sensation i can think of is picture having your insides completely emptied out run through a blender on the "smoothie" setting and poured back into your body. i kept trying to understand what my mother was telling me but all i heard was 'mammogram' and 'cancer' over and over again. we talked briefly, she cried and i held her as she sobbed, we reassured each other that they caught it early, and then we cried some more. she was to go in on monday to receive the full prognosis and discuss treatment options.

the weekend was blurry. i went out that night and self medicated with shots of tequila, metaxa and gin martinis, all i could think about was my mother and what was going to happen to her. i initially was going to cancel my plans but in classic form she insisted that i resume my regularly scheduled activities. as i stood there in the bar i quickly realized that it was all bullshit: the bar, the boys, the booze... it was all bullshit and while i sat there being a moron my mother was grappling with the news that she had cancer.

most of the weekend was a blur, in classic moldes family form we didn't really talk about it or mention it except in the moments to reassure her that everything was going to be okay and we'd get through it as a family. my sister, who was to fly out to las vegas for a conference re-scheduled her trip to take my mom to the oncologist so she didn't have to go alone and because of her medical background... it's always good to have someone to speak the lingo in the room.

they got back home and i was waiting on the porch, the day was sunny and the air was crisp and fresh, i remember thinking it was a beautiful day and i saw them coming down the sidewalk. they got inside, nobody spoke. those moments felt eternal as i watched my mom take off her coat and put the kettle on to make tea. finally i broke the silence and asked what the doctor said.

i don't remember the specifics all i heard was "early detection" "surgery followed by radiation and possibly chemotherapy" "90% success rate in treatment".

i know she's going to be okay. i know that. she's get through this and i'll be there every step of the way to help in any way i can. but even the very notion of existing in a world without my mother has me so terrified that i can't even imagine it. i've been the outcast in my family for as long as i can remember and the one person who has been there through everything is my mother: the suicide attempt, the bouts of the depression, moving away to university and coming back for grad school. she's been there and while not always understanding me or who i am as a person she's pushed me and encouraged me to do my best, to be proud of my roots, she's pushed me to dream and to dare to demand the best in myself.

nobody should feel this scared.