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Feb 26, 2025
I’m wishing I had the time and energy to write. It’s not easy right now.
I’m still in recovery from all the medical things. I would like to think that I have the basic skills and could write a story or a little scrap of something interesting worthy of my regard.
I got in a conversation with my daughter about how sci fi explores ideas by imagining what else might be possible.
If this is true, what else is true?
What’s true is I’m engaged in a battle with a tiny enemy . A VERY serious battle—so much so that everyone seems to understand how serious it is.
I’ve been taking it seriously. And I see something that most people don’t—how miniscule the cancer is. Why does the battle of this insignificant little group of cells take up so much of my life?
Not just my life. There is a whole bunch of medical professionals who have made it their mission to fight these cells.
Why should people pay attention to something so small?
It grows. That’s the prominent aspect of cancer: it grows at a faster rate than the other cells—sometimes aggressively faster. That critical mass is the danger.
I wish I were in an alternate reality. What else is true?
IF those tiny enemies can grow into something so significant it kills me
What else can tiny things do?
The idea still works if I turn it inside out. I can only manage the smallest steps, barely a nod to remember the skills I once used with such little effort.
But those small things can add up to significance. I don’t have the endurance now. Except I can still do short sessions. Half an hour? Ten minutes? Two?
Can I make it my mission to keep going? Those doctors, nurses and scientists keep going on their fight. I want to stick to my mission as well. Small things add up. As I push out the small enemy, I feel the effort in my body and I know it is heavy. Removing those tiny things is hard. It is valuable and encouraging to recognize the effort of the addition.