There’s a longer, yet-to-be-written essay about how psychedelics cause me to see myself as a tiny instantiation of the vast,
Moreover, for many people, “psychedelics [help] to escape the prison of self.” I guess I can say that psychedelics prophylactically assuaged my fear of death, the way Zofran might be taken to prevent nausea.
I learned how not just to know but to deeply feel and internalize that we’re all part of the show for such a short time, and then it’s someone else’s turn, and that is okay.
if you’ve spent much time around me, you’ve seen and heard that I’m endlessly trying to hack up mucus—sometimes succeeding.
I can never breath normally. Never. Not even when things are going relatively well. Contemplate what that means. You’re probably breathing normally right now, and not even noticing that you’re breathing, which is what my life was like until the massive May 25 surgery, which left me without a tongue.
I can never breath normally.
I can never breath normally. Never. Not even when things are going relatively well. Contemplate what that means. You’re probably breathing normally right now, and not even noticing that you’re breathing, which is what my life was like until the massive May 25
squamous cell carcinomas of the neck usually metastasize first to the lymph nodes.
On April 26, 2023, the first post-treatment PET scan showed a hot spot that turned out to be a squamous cell carcinoma at the base of the tongue. Half the tongue was supposed to come out, and be replaced with a “flap” of muscle taken one of my quadriceps.
when Dr. Hinni got into the surgery, he found that the cancer had spread across the base of the tongue, invading not only the left lingual artery, which provides blood flow to the left side of the tongue, but the right lingual artery as well. Without those arteries, the tongue can’t survive.
There’s a longer, yet-to-be-written essay about
There’s a longer, yet-to-be-written essay about how psychedelics cause me to see myself as a tiny instantiation of the vast,
Moreover, for many people, “psychedelics [help] to escape the prison of self.” I guess I can say that psychedelics prophylactically assuaged my fear of death, the way Zofran might be taken to prevent nausea.
I learned how not just to know but to deeply feel and internalize that we’re all part of the show for such a short time, and then it’s someone else’s turn, and that is okay.
if you’ve spent much time around me, you’ve seen and heard that I’m endlessly trying to hack up mucus—sometimes succeeding.
I can never breath normally. Never. Not even when things are going relatively well. Contemplate what that means. You’re probably breathing normally right now, and not even noticing that you’re breathing, which is what my life was like until the massive May 25 surgery, which left me without a tongue.
I can never breath normally.
I can never breath normally. Never. Not even when things are going relatively well. Contemplate what that means. You’re probably breathing normally right now, and not even noticing that you’re breathing, which is what my life was like until the massive May 25
squamous cell carcinomas of the neck usually metastasize first to the lymph nodes.
On April 26, 2023, the first post-treatment PET scan showed a hot spot that turned out to be a squamous cell carcinoma at the base of the tongue. Half the tongue was supposed to come out, and be replaced with a “flap” of muscle taken one of my quadriceps.
when Dr. Hinni got into the surgery, he found that the cancer had spread across the base of the tongue, invading not only the left lingual artery, which provides blood flow to the left side of the tongue, but the right lingual artery as well. Without those arteries, the tongue can’t survive.
