I'm now totally in love with Indian women authors writing about things that we might all be aware of, but don't quite understand well. This book for breast cancer. "What's a lemon squeezer doing in my vagina" for infertility. There's something about hearing from a woman, who you can relate to so well. (Someone told Shormishtha, if you can show your feet, I don't feel so bad about mine. And that made her think, "wait, I have ugly feet? Why did I not know this already?!" - I'm paraphrasing, but you get the gist)
So humour makes everything better, and this book just proves that beyond doubt. The most relatable parts of the book, are the denial in which Shormishtha is, for the large part. "This is surely cancer-lite. This is surely chemo-lite." This is how we think, isn't it? When shit really hits the fan, we tell ourselves, that it's ok, it can't be that bad, we are getting the better deal etc etc. Also, something Shormishtha does a beautiful job bringing to life, is that a super important part of dealing with any morbid treatment schedule, most of the time it isn't the rigmarole of the needles and drugs and unexpected nakedness and random strangers seeing your personal bits, but really the humiliation, or feeling humbled by the whole process. It's how your mind and spirit feels broken, how you constantly try so hard to get back in the driver's seat, try to get back in control, whether that's via food, exercise, supplements, or even alternate therapies like metal evaluation (this blew my mind!! 😂).
All in all, I loved this book, this is how memoirs should be.
I have to mention, the details of the emotions the author went through in the beginning made it seem a bit unbelievable, how could someone remember so much so vividly from the day of diagnosis? Sounded like someone knew there was a book coming out of this experience, although this doesn't take away from the book even a tiny bit.
Coming to the Audible/Storytel narration - doesn't translate well at all. I wish the narrator had either met the author, or maybe spoken to a couple of people who either knew her or had read the book and had an image in their mind of what she would sound like. I read the first ~40% of the book, and switching to the audiobook was a big disruption, because the image I had in my mind was of a sassy strong 40-something WOMAN, who took life head-on all the time, cancer or not. The audiobook narrator on the other hand sounded a bit more like a 20-something damsel in distress, who's tone didn't quite match the emotion in the book. I did have to struggle to ignore the voice and focus on the material.