Thursday, March 24, 2011

To Take or not to Take: Compensation in an age of Cynicism*

I received a phone call this morning from the medical co-ordinator, (Ms. S), informing me that the tests I had done recently have come back fine, and everything so far, is on track.

Then, at her initiative, we briefly discussed how my case is a complicated one, with many factors (such as Hep C) to consider. I agreed with her that my case is indeed complex, and stated, “That is what you get when you are in the medical system long-term”.

To which she laughingly replied, “Yeah, you could write a book. You should write a book”.

Now I am not sure whether she knows that I am creating ‘How I Contracted Hep C and Other Bedtime Stories’, but my experience with some social workers / medical co-ordinators from this one particular large downtown hospital has shown me that they can be sneaky, and will hint at an extraneous (and personal) pieces of information that have been casually mentioned in medical files, hoping that I, the patient, will freely (and at length) divulge more information. I did not. I bid her goodbye and (politely, I might add) hung up the phone.

But immediately upon finishing the call, I had to chuckle to myself. Yes, Ms. S, I will write a book. I will.

Speaking of which, I am currently working on a few pages about having being a part of (one of the) class-action lawsuit(s) against the Canadian Red Cross / Canadian gov’t, and the resulting compensation that ensued. This was a long and arduous process, not only in the sense of the ridiculous amount of paperwork that needed to be completed, but for the emotional reasons as well. Stay tuned as I continue to work on these pages.

*cynicism: refers to the beliefs of an ancient school of Greek philosophers known as the Cynics. Their philosophy was that the purpose of life was in rejecting all conventional desires for wealth, power, health and fame, and by living a simple life free from all possessions.

Saturday, February 26, 2011

The Great Wall of Ideas (and organization)

This Wall of Ideas comes to you today all the way from Winnipeg, Manitoba, (not to be confused with the Great Wall that snakes around China) and is sponsored by the letter 'Q'. (Why 'Q' you ask? To which I retort: why not Q? Okay, okay, I may have been influenced a little by my daily listening to Jian Ghomeshi...)

But I digress.

A challenge, I am finding out, about putting together a graphic novel is the ability to comprehensively and plausibly sequence and over-lap key events in the story; in my case, this particular chain of events has to stay true to a personal history (mine) as well as the history of the tainted blood scandal itself. Being a visual learner, mapping out these ideas (although time-consuming) is crucial...and, well, fun. 

While the Great Wall of Ideas (and organization) is just at the beginning stages, I expect to keep slogging away at it, adding my scraps and thread of ideas, until a complete story emerges. I will keep you updated.

Thursday, February 17, 2011

Fiddling

I have spent the better part of this afternoon, fiddling and tinkering with templates and blog colours. I confess, due to busyness of other illustration work and general life duties, it has been awhile since I even glanced at this lonesome blog.


So now I am extending a 'welcome back' to you faithful holder-on-ers, and also to you new readers. Once again, I am gathering my thoughts, dusting off my 'How I Contracted Hep C and Other Bedtime Stories' illustrations, striking the usual bent-over-the-drawing-board pose, and getting back at it. 


Why now you ask?


Good question. 


As I mentioned way back in Tuesday, November 3, 2009 post, that if I could, I would find a cure for the Hep C virus.


As it stands my Creator did not endow me with (really any) scientific leanings, but he did give me some artistic skills. Having taken a rather lengthy break from doing anything remotely related to this endeavor of mine, I am now ready to jump back in.  I am excited to see how all these pieces of the graphic novel storytelling will fit together. It feels like the time is right. 


As before, I invite you along as I struggle through attempt to tell the story o‘How I Contracted Hep C and Other Bedtime Stories’.


More entries to come soon! 







Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Winnipeg


When I jumped in my barely-functioning car and made the 25+ hour drive to Winnipeg approximately eight years ago, (alone save for a mannequin's head in the passenger seat next to me), I never expected that I would stay here for so long. Much to my surprise, however, seven years ago I met and eventually married a Winnipeg man who, like many born and bred Manitobans, stubbornly loves his province.

While there are people and cultural aspects of B.C that I still miss, Winnipeg, like the slow drip-drip-drip of her much anticipated spring, has grown on me: the roads pock-marked with pot-holes, the endless summer construction that seems conveniently designed to block any traffic from leaving the city, the neon-green worms that greet my hair as I brush past any tree, and likewise, the mosquitoes that arrive every evening now, expecting to be seated on my arm/leg/face/butt and have a meal at my expense. Oh, and Tim Horton's. The morning line-ups of Winnipeggers needing their fix; I am guilty.

One of the chapters in my graphic novel 'How I Contracted Hep C and Other Bedtime Stories' contains this road trip from my home province to the welcoming sign declaring that Winnipeg is truly, 'One Great City'.

Very rough draft of one of these pages. Enjoy!

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

The Infamous Krever Inquiry Strikes Again



I never thought that I would admit this, but completing the seemingly mudane task of folding the laundry is a welcome relief; while the graphic novel is slowly coming along, it is a ton more work than I ever realized. How does one organize the re-telling and illustrating of whole historical events, nevermind the personal details of each person affected by such events?

I think I was ambitious...(!)

Speaking of ambition (and Hep C), tomorrow is none other than the third annual World Hepatitis Day

This is a chance to raise awareness of Hep B and C, as well as increase political support for the diseases to levels seen in HIV / AIDS,etc. Approximately 170 million people worldwide have either hepatitis B or hepatitis C. This represents 1 in 12 people...people like me. People (maybe) like you...?

Saturday, April 10, 2010

A week of Alice



It has been a week of Alice.

The first Alice popped up in our lives when, due to my continued limited mobility issues due to a foot/leg cast, we decided to purchase a netbook. In doing so, I am now free to sit for copious amounts of hours on the sofa, leg propped in the air, AND get some work (o.k, o.k, a lot of email and facebook too) done. It is great!

The reason that my netbook and the topic of Alice go together is that, when asked what the name of my netbook should be (because that is a completely normal question to be asked by one's spouse), the first name that came to mind was 'Alice'. The netbook is red, after all.

So shortly after christening the netbook, I began an impromptu version of the children's song, 'Alice the Camel' (has 5 humps...has 4 humps...etc). To my shock and horror, my spouse (who happens to be in a children's band) did not recognize the song. This was news to me. First, because it is such a good children's song and second, because I, greatly lacking in the musical skills department, so rarely know a song that he does not.

The second instance of Alice is not quite as light-hearted; as I continue to research about the Canadian tainted blood scandal, I am -- again -- stunned at how complex, deep and wrong this scandal was/is.

One American whistle blower who had been working in the Arkansas prison saw evidence of inmates "donating"* blood who had obvious jaundice/liver disease...and when he started documenting/mentioning this, he and his family got death threats, and his clinic 'mysteriously' burned to the ground (and, conveniently, all the documents).

He subsequently wrote a thriller/mystery novel about the tainted blood scandal, but skewed some details to protect himself from liability and --well-- those death threats. He, aware of the seriousness of his exposing such scandal, felt the need to write under a pseudonym.

So my second 'Alice' of the week is: how deep does the rabbit hole go?

*Inmates "donated" blood for $7 a pop.