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mirandasparks.bsky.social
She/her. Starving artist. Radio presenter. General dilettante. Not an actor, but I play one on TV.
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I have seven new holes, and none of them are good for sex. Where's the justice?

"Baby, it's okay. I'm bleeding, not dying." Oh, the things you say when somebody loves you.

The tubes are out. I'm up and about. My appetite is normal. Pain is minimal, though discomfort is mid. My sweet, wonderful, ever-loving girlfriend @nicolemay.bsky.social (who has been vital to my sanity) set up my bedframe, and now I feel at home and safe. πŸ₯Ήβ€οΈπŸ˜­ I DON'T HAVE CANCER ANYMORE!

Update: I'm two days post-op and recovering well. The catheter is out, the leakage has slowed, and I'm able to walk around the ward. However, I have been ordered to pass gas as often as possible. How am I supposed to do that? Women don't fart! 😜

This dog politely asked for a musician's drumstick in the middle of their performance. Always excited to find a fellow stick lover. 12/10

17 years ago today I became Miranda Sparks on paper, and while this year's celebration will be *very* belated, it's still worth marking the simple joy humanity. πŸ’œ

In less than 24 hours I'll be cancer free. How cool is that? (A weak, bedbound invalid doped to her eyeballs on painkillers - but a weak, bedbound invalid without cancer!)

Today's reading - A Few Rules for Predicting the Future by Octavia Butler: commongood.cc/reader/a-few...

fr dawg

I'd resolved to spend most of 2025 on my back, and I've managed to live up to it so far; not because I'm the slut I wanted to be, but because pain. 😀

26 conversions in A.D. 46!

β€œTrans was invented five years ago.”

Carl Sagan reciting a poem on relativity: "There was a young lady named Bright, Who could travel much faster than light. She set off one day, in a relative way, And returned the preceding night."

"I'd kill for you." "Please don't."

I know you were freaked out by all the people, and I know you don't understand that we'll likely never see each other again, but I need the universe to know how much I love you, and hope against hope the cosmos will deliver it back to you. (She's fine. I'm being forced to move.)

I've been writing a Star Trek fan series I plan to turn into an audio serial. It's a lot of fun, but I think I suck at writing an ensemble. πŸ˜…

I had the pre-admission for my kidney surgery yesterday, dotting all the eyes, crossing all the ts. Other than the cancer and elevated bloodsugar (and the inflamed sciatic nerve) I'm in good health. My heart, my lungs, my other organs, all in good nick. These things I'm becoming very thankful for.

How I arrived on Bluesky

I'm having a major surgery very soon. I'll be bedbound for 2 weeks, impaired for 8, and that's not including the difficulties I've had with my sciatic nerve. Somehow I need to enter a home I don't feel safe in, say goodbye to my cat, pack all my things, go house hunting and move. HOW!?