Why I support assisted suicide, part 1 (aka, how I spent my weekend)

Cassandra Disque | July 30, 2007

[Be it from] cancer or complications, death is inevitable. I’ve seen so much prolonged suffering over the past month that if I hadn’t been a supporter of assisted suicide and such already, I probably would have become one. Medical science is busily looking for cures for a hundred things; while it has found several already [...]

My friends think I’m more fun when I’m falling down and having seizures.

Cassandra Disque | July 9, 2007

I’m still in the process of weaning myself off Cymbalta to go back on Effexor, which means right now I’m not on the full dose that I need of either, and the combination of the two doesn’t seem to alleviate the issues. This means that I am crying about ten times a day or more, [...]

Who’s working for whom now?

Cassandra Disque | July 1, 2007

There is a lot going on right now in the news about the Supreme Court Justices ruling to limit the use of race in school plans for integration. Some are saying that this specifically overturns 1954′s Brown v. Board of Education in its entirety, while others are saying that this updates the legislation to address [...]

"The Drag of Gimp"

Since 1996, my life has been a long journey of visiting one doctor after another. I look more or less fine, but I'm not. My daily pill count is like playing the dozens with a hospice patient. One doctor will say I'm doomed, and send me to another for treatment, but the treating doctor will find nothing within his or her area of practice that can be treated.

My life is better than a comedy, better than a drama. Anyone who has done this knows what I mean when I say that you have to not only know the rules, but also play the part in order to be allowed in the game. Most people find what we go through in the medical merry-go-round to be unbelievable, which is why I call it "The Drag of Gimp."


About the author

Cassandra Disque

Extemporaneous flibbertigibbet with bone lumps growing out of my coccyx. I was born in 1981. I was another case of "too much, too young," or at least I wanted to be. Now I'm leaning toward "too little, too late," as my body conks out on me, and I find I haven't done hardly any of the things I wanted. This is supposed to happen to people twice my age, so you might find my perspective on life to be a little unusual -- as in, I find just about everything to be hysterically funny, because there's little use in worrying when it's all going to go kaput.