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Post by Mist on Jul 7, 2017 19:04:15 GMT
So yeah, for those of you unknowing. The tenth I will undergo surgery and a piece of my intestines will be removed.
So, in short. I got two days of no electronics after surgery, since I will be in critical room under constant surveillance.
After that, I can't promise anything. I will do my best to keep the quincy war threads I'm part of running, but others might be less unfortunate.
Apologies in advance.
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Post by Mist on Jul 12, 2017 17:11:44 GMT
Fancy shmanshu writing
Im alive bitches
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Post by Mist on Jul 13, 2017 21:14:49 GMT
Hm. Right.
Short and sweet.
Whatever they pulled out of me. It was a cancerous tumor. So now they're running loads of tests.
I'm worried since my grandmother died of intestinal cancer. But hey. Drugs.
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Post by Reathin on Jul 14, 2017 22:42:33 GMT
Hm. Right. Short and sweet. Whatever they pulled out of me. It was a cancerous tumor. So now they're running loads of tests. I'm worried since my grandmother died of intestinal cancer. But hey. Drugs. I know it might not mean much, and it's a cliche, but we're thinking of you. If there's anything that would help, anything at all, just ask. |
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Post by MATHILDE - SAHU PRIME on Jul 16, 2017 16:48:14 GMT
Thanks Reathin, appreciated.
So the past days I've finally gotten through myself and my thoughts. It finally hit me.
I have goddamned cancer.
I'm not at the point of no return. It can be fixed, it's been found out considerably early. It hasn't spread too much. But it isn't good either.
Since this doesn't blow over like that. It's an ever looming threat as far as I know. Something I'd love to walk off, but simply can't.
Maybe it's just the fucking staring at the same ceiling for hours and hours on end, the boredom and the irritation. But I don't feel all too well knowing that my life has been permamently changed.
What this leads to? Dunno. Fuck knows what life's going to kick me in the balls with next. I might be sporadic or non responsive for days, I make no promises.
But know that I will never fully leave. And that I promise I will return after how long I might be inactive.
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