It took nine hours to leave something of myself behind. A digital something. A lip-synced digital something, a rock-star moment that was indubitably mine.
Three years ago when I was 65, I was diagnosed with bladder cancer. To date, I’ve undergone eight operations and three courses of chemotherapy. Unfortunately, this form of cancer is particularly tenacious. In 2005, it killed my older sister, and I’m still battling it today.