Ever since my battle with cancer, memories were something that I was compelled to create in abundance. Those memories didn’t need to be tied intrinsically to monumental moments in my life but also derived from simple things such as melodies and quiet nights at home. This next memory, however, involved an event of middling proportions: the departure from my very first home rental… and return to living with my parents.
For this episode of #52PickUp I watch my favorite Friday the 13th film (yes, you read that right):
Now, I have a penchant for loving cool concepts, even though they’re attempts to reinvigorate waning franchises like Freddy’s Dead: The Final Nightmare, and this film, Jason Goes to Hell: The Final Friday. Hmm, neither one of those were truly final, were they?
I must state first off that I have nothing against the other entries in the Friday the 13th series, I love them all, but this film had that “Je Nais Se Quoi” that allowed it to stand out amongst the rest. I will now attempt to shine a light on my favorite elements of the film.Read More »
The days were getting shorter, and my chemo was halfway done– HALFWAY! Three down, three to go. I couldn’t believe it was already nearing November. In these times of reflection, I’m reminded of how lucky I am that (so far) I haven’t seen many complications during chemotherapy.
Most kids who roll onto the eighth floor of Eastern Maine Medical Center experience serious side effects. Again… everybody reacts differently, aside from the few constants: nausea, shedding of hair and skin, and lethargy akin to that of a sloth.