Cancer Selfies

Lost my keys again

I've lost my car keys again. Third time since Labour Day. I never used to lose my keys, but I have a real hard time with this sort of thing these days. But how to navigate Timmins, Ontario, a city I haven't really visited since 2004? No fucking problem.

From the comments

James Petrosky: Yes I have a place I always put them. I was extremely surprised to not find them there. But things can get confusing when bringing in groceries, hands are full when I pass by the spot, and between putting away yoghourt and egg nog (it's been available since September 27th) and keeping Thomasin from escaping, I have lost all memory of everything.
Yes, Timmins isn't a terrifically complex place to navigate. And probably looks little like when I was last there. But it's still the kind of thing I remain capable of remembering

Ribben like stool

I have learned a gross thing that is my responsibility to make sure as many of you know as I can.

If your stool is thin and ribben-like, you should talk to your doctor about it.

There's a small chance this information could have changed my disease progression, because I'm fairly sure it appeared before the pain. But I talk about pain without hesitation on social media, and after a year of constant diahrea I still find the subject unpleasant to talk about, so I never wrote anything down about it, and I can never know the chronology.

From the comments

James Petrosky: When I read ribben like, I knew exactly what it meant, there was no doubt. So if you aren't thinking "oh yeah that's what that looks like" right now, you can let the anxiety go for now.