This current bunch of silence on my part is due to the first anniversary, last Tuesday, of my diagnosis of esophageal cancer, Stage 1. Obviously, it was a big milestone to me, and I spent a small part of that day wondering what, exactly it meant, to me.
What, after all my thoughts these last four days, I have decided that it does mean, is largely a wordless thing. Some things that combine to make this wordless feeling:
- relief
- happiness
- caution
- distrust of “fate” in general
- desire for it all just to be a normal day
- wondering what I’m supposed to feel
There are a few things in there which are largely indescribable to me. At least, not describable within the limits of a usual white pebble blog post. Therefore, I shall not try for this, and sign out for the nonce.