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Posts by Nadia Daeng Rée she/her
I’m going for my second cycle of chemotherapy tomorrow, and I’m warned the side effects only get trickier. All I can do is try to be brave 🥹
People should read.
I'm tired of people not reading.
Please, if you can, PLEASE, read! Read everything, but especially fiction! Read comics!
It will help you with empathy AND make you smarter.
Please, read.
He knew exactly what he was doing. Don’t get shy now, man, you bought the cake; eat every slice.
The fuck.
It's 14 April in Singapore, so Happy #PortfolioDay!
I've written prose, comics, narrative podcasts, and a text-based game. One of my goals is to get a Marvel Comics credit—even just a short story—but I know I have to prove myself, so I'm looking for North American comics work.
Here's my website:
New hair. Who dis?
I stay unimpressed.. Their stench wafts from a mile away.
In Turkey, an elderly man who earns his living by shining shoes is visited every morning at the same time by a cat that asks to have its fur brushed. The man never turns down this little friend.😍👍💙
Uh huh 😭
My newsletter has around forty subscribers. If I can get maybe a hundred, I'd feel better about using Instagram even less. So, if you're so inclined, please sign up. It's a lot like what I'm like here, only more organised and with a photo of my cat in ever edition.
Naturally, I’d like to state for the record there is nothing cute about #cancer.
#OvarianCancer #Stage1
I’ve named my pain management medication combos that get me through my #chemotherapy cycles of #paclitaxel + #carboplatin.
Tramadol Sandwich for general join pains staggered throughout the day (1000mg paracetamol taken with 50mg tramadol)
Not M&Ms for acute pain when necessary (200mg ibuprofen)
I embarrass @waynereewrites.com from time to time. I’d like to think we share the load.
Luckily he hasn't got to be up early tomorrow morning.
Buy absolution for your Cis Sins by sending me money, valid today only:*
ko-fi.com/derekdesanges
* you can send me money other days but it won't absolve your sins. also that photo is hella old.
However, I also feel that if you do pay for their work—and want to talk about the artist instead of just the art—at the very least admit that you supported them knowingly and acknowledge that you've contributed to other's harm, rather than vehemently defending said monster to excuse your purchase.
First chemotherapy session
Round 1 of chemotherapy done.
I love you
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BUT WAIT THERE IS MORE:
derekdesanges.wordpress.com/2026/03/24/s...
I talk about this more in the new edition of my newsletter. (And, yes, every edition of my newsletter comes with a photo of my cat, so sign up.) buttondown.com/waynereewrit...
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A joyful, infectious close-up portrait of comedian and actress Gilda Radner (circa late 1970s), captured mid-laughter with her eyes squeezed shut in delight. She wears her dark, voluminous hair styled in two high pigtails (ponytails), large hoop earrings, and a light-colored turtleneck sweater with a textured lace or knit pattern at the neck. Her wide, genuine smile reveals her teeth, conveying pure exuberance and comedic energy. The dark stage-like background with soft spotlighting highlights her expressive face and infectious personality, iconic of her time as an original cast member on Saturday Night Live (SNL), where her vibrant humor and characters like Roseanne Roseannadanna made her a beloved figure in American comedy.
Remembering Gilda Radner on #WorldCancerDay.
A gifted and brilliant comedian and actress--the first performer cast on 𝘚𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘕𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘓𝘪𝘷𝘦--Gilda Radner died of #ovariancancer on May 20, 1989, at the age of 42.🕯️
#BabaWawa #RoseanneRoseannadanna ❤️
Spoken by women who walk in the shoes - "Underfunding in gynaecological cancer research is costing women their lives". www.womencan.org.au/underfunded #gynaecancer #uterinecancer #endometrialcancer #ovariancancer #cervicalcancer #vaginalcancer #vulvarcancer www.youtube.com/watch?v=gYwC...
I have #OvarianCancer Stage 1 C1.
I am lucky to have caught it early. Purely because it got too big, too fast and ruptured inside me. Causing sudden immense pain that drove me to the hospital for immediate surgery.
Survivors’ guilt now sits by me while I wait to hear if I’ll need chemotherapy.