#remission

In the meantime, Put Your Head on My Shoulder🎵🎶

Wills ♡ Kate

Maybe the Creatives around this community can make something really fantastic out of the original images.

Grief makes people uncomfortable. There's lots of talk about being tough and carrying on, about what the deceased would want (makes me want to smack people) and how they are in a better place (makes me want to drop a 1000 pound anvil on them). Mostly people rush you past your grief because it is inconvenient, but also because people just piss themselves about death and dying to the point where the actual words are censored.

Fuck me. Really? Have we degenerated as a society that death, dying, sex, illness, and disability are taboo subjects for adults? No shit?

Fuck that.

There is a point where respecting other people's feelings becomes being forced to respect an opinion so ridiculous that it's groupthink. Mob rule that erases lived experiences to coddle ignorance, or to manipulate. You, the person who has experienced X are being silenced.

I lost someone I loved deeply. There is a them-shaped hole in my soul from their passing. My poems about grief are a way to process that loss. The antis that want to mute public discourse about topics are infantilizing people who will walk into situations where they or someone else is dying, or grieving, or ill, or disabled and make it not about the person who is suffering and needs support and love, but about their toxic sensitivity and being 'triggered.'

Get. The. Fuck. Out.

You know, my mother used to pull the same thing. Any time I needed love, support, was facing something where a a kind word would have gone a long way, everything about me suddenly became about her. My mother was a walking aggregation of personality disorders, but predominately a narcissist.

Chew on that one.

When I was diagnosed with cancer in 2022, I found out who my real ones were. In my first remission, one person came creeping back and told me TO MY FACE that they were triggered by my cancer.

Mastodon // Crusher Destroyer

I wanted to share an update now that I’ve had a little time to process.

📅 Diagnosed with cancer: October 19, 2023

📅 Declared in remission: September 16, 2025

That’s 1 year, 10 months, and 28 days of fighting cancer with so much medicine and 7 Biopsies.

To be honest, I’m still kind of in shock. After so many setbacks and disappointments, hearing “remission” wasn’t what I was expecting. My doctor told me it’s normal to feel this way—mentally I’ve been in “survival mode” for so long that it takes time for the news to really sink in.

I’ll still have a follow-up in 6 months, since this type of cancer has a chance of returning. But for now, I’m very thankful and glad to be in remission, even if I’m not celebrating just yet. I think that part will come once the news fully settles.

Thank you to everyone who’s shown me patience, love, and support—especially on the days I wasn’t at my best.

I’m In remission (again)

Won’t need anymore chemotherapy or radiotherapy for now 🎉