Assorted nummies at the Gage Street Wet Market, situated all around our hotel.
I didn’t post some of the more graphic photos, but let’s just say the fresh meats make even the most obdurate carnivore (read: me) a little queasy.
Incidentally, the dark egg-shaped things are indeed eggs – rotten and ready to sup on. I haven’t mustered up the nerve to try them. I hear they taste “nutty” inside. But maaaaaan, they’re syrupy and black inside and I just can’t go there yet.
An accomplished writer and filmmaker, Deirdre Timmons is a native Northwesterner who leads a busy life between working and spending time with her family. In the spring of 2013, Deirdre was caring for her mother with Alzheimer’s in addition to her normal routine. So when she began feeling tired and forgetful, she chalked it up to her busy schedule, age, and possible early symptoms of Alzheimer’s. It wasn’t long after that she began experiencing regular dizziness, lack of concentration, unexplained weight loss, and extensive bruising. This combination of symptoms seemed odd, so Deirdre sought the advice of her doctor and subsequently began physical therapy for dizziness. When the symptoms worsened, she pursued further investigation.
After MRIs, x-rays, blood tests, a CAT scan, and a brain biopsy, her brain surgeon diagnosed Deirdre with a malignant medulloblastoma brain tumor. Her prognosis: one month to live. That was five years ago.
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