It's been a month since the big announcement

Yeah, it was a shock. That's the truth. 
Here is a list of posts I made after I was diagnosed. They were made on my old blog, HumanAntiGravitySuit, where I talked to myself (mostly), thinking out loud about physio (mostly).  It took me a whole month to realize that's all in the past now, and this is my new focus. whether I like it or not. So I have moved these posts here.  They contain initial reflections, reactions, ruminations. 

Time for a catch-up  Jul 10 / '26

Post-diagnosis bardo  July 13 / '26

Locus of Control, big time  July 14 / '26

Thanks for your opinion, AI   July 16 / '26

The physiological magic of real rapport  July 18 / '26

Whole new world  July 20 / '26

Post-infusion  July 29 / '26



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At almost the exact same time as I received the diagnosis,"incurable," a month ago, I lost access to my facebook account of a couple decades and had to start a new one. It's like having a big bunch of memory amputated. Oh well. Long boring story about old tech, switching to new, forgetting of password, etc. 
One of the facebook friends I had for years and lost in that process wrote beautiful essays on climate and state of the world and geopolitics; he called them "sand paintings" - was never attached to them. 
I am taking that attitude about these blogposts. 
I write them to get them out of my system,
If someone else finds them interesting or useful, that's OK.
If no one does, that's OK too. 


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