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When my nana was first diagnosed with stage 4 brain cancer, we knew keeping her at home would be difficult. But in the middle of a pandemic, we didn’t want to put her into a facility where visitation restrictions could stop us from seeing her if she took a turn for the worse.

It’s hard to notice when the things you love begin to hurt you, and harder still to leave them once you realize it. Prioritizing my sanity and wellbeing was scary, disheartening and took longer than it should have.

I was fascinated by the existence of this mysterious, acidic pool of decomposing trees, nestled somewhere within Pacific Spirit Park, and immediately suggested we head there.

Construction sites, their towering cranes and the periodic clouds of dust that rise from them when the ground dries in the summer are a constant part of UBC Point Grey’s ever-shifting landscape.

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