Mutter Bundle #19: Why, Hello, You Sneaky, Pincered Animal, You. Did You Really Have To?
14 Jun 2025 11:55
The closer biopsy day gets, the more often my calm, detached self, my it-is-what-it-is-don’t-care spirit, decides to take that cheeky unannounced break. And when it does, all I want is to lie there, blankly staring upward, as if trying to bond with my room's ceiling like it’s a therapist who might somehow give me answers.
17 Jun 2025 20:33
Glasgow, Scotland.
19 Jun 2025 05:21
Biopsy Day. Biopsy Day. Biopsy Day.
20 Jun 2025 10:52
The more I watch people, the more I'm leaning toward the idea that all human behavioural archetypes essentially fall into one of two camps:
1. I have endured much pain. I have suffered greatly. Every bruise life dealt me, I want to hand back, with interest. Let them suffer as I have suffered. Let them hurt like I hurt.
2. I have endured much pain. I have suffered greatly. And I will do everything in my power not to carry that pain forward, to shield others from it, and to break that cycle of pain.
24 Jun 2025 07:14
Glasgow, Scotland.
27 Jun 2025 05:18
Stirling, Scotland.
29 Jun 2025 12:23
Helensburgh, Scotland.
29 Jun 2025 15:02
Manchester, England.
09 Jul 2025 13:34
Follicular lymphoma. Grade 1. Stage 3. Indolent, as they call it. Chronic.
Right. So at least I know now.
Bright side: kinda the lesser crap in the crap news. Could be worse, but then again, could do without it altogether.
It is what it is. Next chapter.
