Tuesdays at the chemo unit – February 21, 2012

Today I’m not even writing from the chemo unit. I was early and they were able to take me in right away – so I guess you could say my wait time was -1 1/4 hours.

Going to the chemo unit makes me think about my name. Legally, my name is Gayle, Samantha. When my parents got me home from the hospital, they decided that Samantha suited me better than Gayle. I am glad they made this choice.

For the longest time, the Ministry of Health allowed me to be G. Samantha Albert on my health card. This made it clear how to address me. About a year ago, however, they made me write out Gayle Samantha Albert. Of course, my hospital cards all had to follow suit.

All of a sudden I started being called “Gayle”. For the first while I would do my little song and dance “Actually I go by Samantha, well you can call me Sam and it’s just legally that I go by Gayle” and sometimes they even get the story about my parents. Now I am tired of the song and dance. What can it hurt to be Gayle one day a week? I have to work at remembering. Sometimes I am poked out of a reverie by someone calling “Gayle, Gayle” and realizing they are speaking to me.

It’s a bit strange to be known by another name, an alter ego. Maybe on the days I’m “Gayle” I can change my personality. What does a “Gayle” act like?

Sam (a.k.a. Gayle)

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2 thoughts on “Tuesdays at the chemo unit – February 21, 2012

  1. A-Ling says:

    On a Hong Kong birth certificate, the Chinese name given by my father was written in both Chinese calligraphy and English “Siu Mui Ling”. My mother had no say to the decision. There is no Why, just accept!
    The family name “Siu” comes first, then “Mui Ling” in Chinese is “Rose Bell”, pretty lucky to be a charming rose darling in the family as I understood.
    I grew up being called “Mui Ling” then later on “Kirosa” because the Catholic school I attended in HK, Sister Teresa wanted all students to have a Christian name, so at the age of 14, I made up an international identity “Kirosa”….very cool because I enjoy all colours, races, cultures, the freedom of no identity but still unique…like any of us in this universe. Now when I am with the family of Fung Loy Kok Institute of Taoism, instructors call me “Ling”, “A-Ling”, “Kirosa”, I answer them all. I even answer to my son, he likes to call me “stinky mom”. Lucky me, I am a student, a mom, a wife, a daughter, a friend, an earth dog according to the Chinese zodiac.

  2. Ultra Sounds says:

    Thanks Kirosa/A-Liing – I promise not to call you “stinky mom”.

    Sam

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