Nov 222006

It’s funny being on an island in the 21st century. That old internet, even as a dial-up connection, just brings the world to your door. Even when your door is on a cabin with 15 amps of electricity and no hot water.

Not complaining. I am liking it.

Just so peeps know, the Globe is continuing to do feature articles on cancer, cancer patients, cancer survivors, the politics of cancer, and drugs and research all this week.

And one woman on one of my ovarian cancer e-mail lists actually scrolled through that enormous article and singled out the link for my page. For anyone who can’t make it through the whole article, which is intense, and who wants to see my little claim to fame, you can just go here:

It’s been interesting in a painful sort of way to read those stories. I confess, I made it through about 80% of the Saturday article and then my head collapsed. And has been experiencing major structural damage ever since. It’s weird to parachute back through time and remember all those feelings and fears, real fears. It was pretty intense. It was interesting to have all that happen while I am out here in my little cabin and more or less on my own. That was okay. Not fun, but okay.  And really, I am learning about being alone and figuring things out. So, it was a rocky ride, but it feels like there is a shift that is starting to take place, slowly. One hopes, anyway.

Anyway, all in all, it’s good. It’s hard but it’s good.

And I continue to be impressed by the folks at the Globe and all the work they have done on this cancer series. It’s painful to read, but it’s a good thing and I think it’s good for people to have this exposure.

Roger Dodger, over and out.

 Posted by at 10:54 am
Nov 182006

A few months ago I got an e-mail from a writer with the Globe and Mail, asking me if I would be willing to be interviewed about being a cancer survivor, and I said “well, sure”. The folks at the Globe were really thorough and conscientous and followed up lots of little details over and over again.

Today, that article came out. Much to my surprise, it’s the cover story of the weekend edition of the paper.
Here I am on Galiano, trying to find a copy of the weekend Globe, when there are only 10 copies delivered to the entire island. As luck would have it, I was able to snag two copies. Heh.

You can read the online version of the article here:

I suggest you check out the slideshow. You will not get to see my now famous cancer survivor tattoo, but you can see a picture of me and Elaine on our last holiday together and a lovely shot that Elaine took of me playing with a dog on the beach on that same trip.

It’s great to have been asked to participate in this and Erin Anderssen and Moe, the photo editor at the Globe, were really considerate and smart and sensitive and just all-around good to deal with.

But my greatest accomplishment in all this is having created a situation where the Globe and Mail used the term “butch dyke” in one of its articles. I am told this has never happened before and I am all for pushing the envelope when it comes to respected institutions and language and gender and identity.

Please check out the article and also the slideshow. It certainly isn’t the whole story, but it is one part of my story and there are a lot of other really important stories in this article as well.

Over and out from the island.

 Posted by at 1:49 pm
Nov 142006

A quick update about life on the island.

I arrived here yesterday morning, unloaded my stuff and got settled and was immediately welcomed into a circle of folks.

Island life is very friendly. Folks seem very concerned for my well-being, which is interesting since I really don’t know these folks.

I walk around the island and ravens fly over my head and I hear them coming from the great “whoosh, whoosh” sound their wings make as the approach.

I drive by deer, standing quietly at the side of the road.

At night, I walk from one cabin to another and I am stunned by the stars above me.

I wake up in the morning and wonder why I am not being smothered by my cats, but hopefully I will remedy that in a few days.

I am not really an island person, but I like it here. I like having time to just let my shoulders drop a bit and that I care less about the things that I shouldn’t be caring about at all.

I like it. It’s quiet and friendly and good. My shoulders could still stand to drop down an inch or two, but I think this was a good move.

And I have e-mail, so please stay in touch.

 Posted by at 11:00 pm
Nov 022006


this is where I am gonna be soon.

It’s just time to get away. I really like my life and I think I have mucho to be thankful for, but lately it’s been one ass-kicking blow after another and with the last nasty blow I started to feel like I was bleeding from the bone and I have nothing left to give to anyone and that my life has become kind of absurd so… it’s time to go away, and just settle down and hope that some of the wounds start to heal.

And in the meantime, and no, I don’t make this crap up, my dad has being hospitalized again because of…

wait for it….


So, with that, all I can do is *hope* that things go well enough that I actually can go away to my little island paradise. This is the old man’s third bout of pneumonia in the last year and that just ain’t right. Fingers crossed.
And while I will be away, I will still be hooked up to the omnipresent internet, so do keep in touch, my peeps, and I will do my part to keep you up to date on the highs and lows of island life.

Roger Dodger – over and out.

 Posted by at 10:04 pm