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)