There was almost no real danger. I understood that, intellectually.And yet my body decided, “This is not good.” It was about a gastroscopy. It was my first time. The doctor had said, “We’d like to proceed with the examination as soon as possible and move directly toward surgery,” and it
I learn that I have a serious illness. There had been clear signs about six months ago. At that time, someone advised me that I should go to the hospital, but after improving my lifestyle and seeing some changes, I decided that I was probably fine. Recently, I could no
There was a time when I thought it might be better to first get a guitar, try singing with it for a while, and only then give things a form—believing that doing so would preserve my feelings more faithfully. Putting things off until “after I get this” is always a
I want to begin by writing something down about this place, but I find myself unsure of where to start. Now that I remain anonymous, I have little reason to fear misunderstanding. Still, I feel that some things deserve to be handled with care. There was a time when I