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Towards “RETURN TO WORK” goal : there have been two moments of REVELATION in my recent journey with GBM (**) in 2023. Oddly, the first was not January 5 : My first brain seizure day, nor January 11 : the brain surgery.No, the first was while SCHEDULING the radiation + chemotherapy treatments on 2/10/23… I
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FaceBook Post from Feb 28, 2023 @ 7a Pacfic As month 2 with GBM (my brain cancer) winds down, it is evident my body has recovered from the corticosteroid I was taking… yesterday (including last night) I was asleep about 65% of the day! it’s bittersweet, though, since the 5-hour nights also came with anti-inflammatory
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/Really wanna see? https://jammns.blog/2023/03/02/images-from-the-illudium-q-36-brain-radiator-some-random-brain-as-far-as-i-lie/ Not as bad as I’m making out. . .
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The morning’s grey was a sky that sneaked up on us. It had been a week of sun and warmth, but this day the scent of summer rain foretold a soaking. So it was with full knowledge of that possibility that my son and I left the house for a little stroll along a multi-use trail
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these right.angles have gotta go. 100% of roads need merging on-Ramps like the freeways, let’s call them “traffic circles” like everywhere else but let’s make them ovular because my next suggestion is …. In cities, let’s have ONLY parallel roads. The fact is if
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he’s right angles are killing us.
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A tall woman stood waiting for an arriving commuter train. Beside her, the taller man smiled then chuckled as he had a funny thought. When the train crawled to a stop, and the door opened, Susan Shox stepped through followed closely by her husband-to-be, Harry Pheet.
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My bike ride to and from the office today has made me tired now after 10 o’clock. The new Xfinity wireless seems to be failing as I watch a music documentary streaming on NetFlix and Megan & Kim play internet games. Seems a light load, but whatever… just gonna jot down an entry and hit
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Originally posted on Oyez Review: As a poetry editor, the sheer amount of poems you read can be very daunting. When you read hundreds of poems, you begin to notice that there are a few topics everyone seems to want to write about. It only takes a couple of these poems for you to sigh…
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Happiness pervades when the rightness of self aligns with the leftovers of the past. Who has time for regret, when future dreams demand focus? Where can one be found, a man or a woman, which ? Cannot be answered, these questions confuse. Us, the hive mind, the same and forever through time adapting to mortal
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From the relative sanity and calm of the morning bus, my wandering gaze lands on an other-worldly figure outside. Not so much the sight of a six-foot chicken wearing high-tops sent me into another universe , it was more the mystique issuing from the musical instrument it played. Ethereal melodies strained to reach me through
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Words. English words. From England originally. These tokens of language. They almost exude thoughts themselves. The way they simply fall out. It’s like they have some kind of life. Unto themselves they are just bits of meaninglessness. But string them together, into coherent sequences – they sing. This is supposed to be a ten word
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Found the WordPress for Android app. Seems like my writing is happening closer and closer to sleeping each day. Today I had a couple ideas to write about through the day / as the day unfolded , but looking back now I am dismayed as to any specifics , and even any broad notions or
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