Offensive Thinking

Brain tumors suck. Hi, I'm Patrick btw. This is my cancer blog. My "normal" stuff is over here.

10th Tumorversary

Just chillin' after 10 years.
Just chillin' after 10 years.

Wow. Today marks the 10th year of my brain tumor journey! On February 14th, 2011, I woke up with a seizure, and from there it all began, leading to this post. Now I’m sitting here typing for this (neglected) blog, thinking about how time flies and how grateful I am to be where I am right now.

What happened in the past year? Nothing in the tumor department fortunately, everything’s quiet, I really can’t complain. MRI sequences look like they got copy-pasted for the last years (hmm, maybe I’m on to something here…). I’m still on my four months Intervall for MRI checks, since that’s what I feel most comfortable with.

This is what I can still remember, I’m sure there’s loads more.

  • I turned 40. No sudden dramatic life changes came out of this (surprise), only that doctors urge me to visit them more often for regular checkups now (unrelated to the cancer thing).
  • Finally got one of my fitness goals: The ring muscle-up. If you don’t know what that is, just move along. If you do: High-five me if you see me. Wait, don’t, there’s still a pandemic going on. Maybe, give me a knowing nod or something. ;)
  • Started learning the guitar in February 2020, am now deep diving into (folk) fingerstyle. Currently learning “Dust in the Wind”. This was one of those “Best time to start was 25 years ago, second best time is now” decisions, and I really don’t regret it.
  • Survived 10 years with a brain tumor and luckily didn’t have to visit the hospital during the pandemic yet.
  • The kids continue to grow, the oldest is a first grader now. As I said, time flies.

Hopefully I can continue like this for at least the next ten years, when old people blogs like this one will be perma-banned from the Internet and online documentaries will have full twenty second episodes explaining what “blogs” and “written articles” were before they cut away, to not overtax their viewer’s attention span. Now get off my lawn!