Chaoootic

01.02.26 I woke up with a broken finger and no memory of how it happened.

Let’s start with that tumors have taken some of the closest people in my life and experiences like this don’t just disappear.

Something shifted in me after all of these losses. Not fear of pain or surgery, but a sharp awareness of how little time we actually have here.

What happened with a finger?

On February 1st, I went to a party. I had taken strong painkillers and forgot they shouldn’t be mixed with alcohol. I drank, lost the last 30 minutes of the night, and woke up like that.

I had never broken anything before. Waking up injured, with a gap in my memory, felt unreal lol.

Later I found out the bone broke exactly where there was a small tumor. MRI confirmed it, and I was referred to surgery with a note mentioning a possible sarcoma.

I choose to believe it’s benign — and that it will be over once it’s removed :)

On May 11th, I’ll have surgery to remove part of the bone along with the tumor.

I don’t drink alcohol anymore. I hold on tighter to the people I love, and to life itself.

Don’t anxious please, I’m fine and I just wanted to explain the metal brace and why I’m not climbing again yet. I really loved it.

I’ll recover — and I’ll climb higher 🏔️ 😉

Getting my second degree like it’s a casual side quest 📚

08.03.26

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