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I write plays - either short comedic - or longer historical
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Supposedly, I am living longer by taking Kisqali. (Doctor said do you want 1 year or 4-5 years. Well....) It was developed by Novartis. I'm not able to see if some federally funded research helped bring this drug to market. But I am in favor of research and glad this drug came out in 2017.

So is hashtag a thing here? Can I find #playwrights ?

Dang, it's been a while again. I keep forgetting Blue Sky and not the stationary company. Anyway, drug trials continue. Blood shows liver is okay. So back on and backed up right away. Ugh. Personal trial goes on.

For those who like gory details - my cancer-fighting drug decided to send me for a spin around the street yesterday morning - I was trying to take the dog for a walk (he was oblivious to my trauma) but at least four people thought I needed help and wasn't a disgusting drunk - and indeed they helped.

I'm often a dunce a 'searching' - but where are the US playwrights? West coast? Live theaters?

(Adjusting to max blathering words.) Yesterday I left off about writing plays. Something I did as a kid and not again until my 60s. I started a group, 45th Parallel Playwrights, to help me and others write. We have met since 2019 and produced a couple of showcases. Now on Zoom twice a month.

I am still debating who to be on Bluesky. I am of the 1960s. Long time radical. But family person too somehow. Nature lover. But love my conveniences. I used to lead walks & know a few wildflowers. Have had veggie & flower gardens. Love to eat out. Used to write short stories. Now I focus on plays.

Starbuck workers are on strike in a few places. But why would you ever go to a Starbucks anyway? Kind of like McDonalds. You know what you're going to get and it's often a filthy environment. In Portland we have hundreds of coffee shops. No need to go to *bucks.

Just ask Google (I used to like Ask Jeeves. That's how old I am.) Anyway I wondered when we started using the term survivor for people who didn't die from cancer. Answer: 1985. Dr. Mullan. I hate the term myself. And the whole "battle" description. I got it again. And I'm doing what I can.

What else about me? I write plays and try to help other people write. I love baseball, but it's impossible to be a fan in Portland. I'm a longtime Giants fan, but the services(?) seem to think I should drive to SF to watch a game or else pay for it.

I can't seem to keep this place in my mind. So used to FB, where people I know are and where people and talking dogs I don't know, keep me entertained.

Dang. I almost forgot I was on here. Still wondering who I should be here. The sincere me? The raving radical me? The gardening me? The art museum me? The mess that I am? Do you take on another persona when on social media? Are you true to yourself?

Dog is okay. Like go to vet? Why? I'm fine. No problem. Temporary two days of puking. I'm also fine for someone with stage iv cancer. It's only the beginning. Think of it as 4.1 cancer

Saw a Calvin (I think) cartoon stating the thing about life is no matter how bad it is, it can get worse. And so the dog has been puking his heart out.

Play about cancer on its own in a body - er m body. Names - see previous - please make suggestions. Limpy (not settle on this name): A swollen lymph node, lost a fight, got beat up outside the bar?? Non Sequitor (name?): suspicious mass near Limpy. Camilla: chemo or hormone blocker Your thoughts?

Working on a play idea - about? Not entirely sure, but having fun with character names. Pleural Effusion: the harbinger of the cancer to come, a Greek chorus. Chauncy Cancer: An invader, traveling everywhere, looking for just the right spot to grow. More coming. Your thoughts?

Here's how we go to the theater: The drive must always pay homage to Hwy 5 &/or the Willamette River with several loops on at least one side. Being of age we don't see well in the dark. & can not find flashlight on phone once walking. We're in Portland not Salem so plays are sold out. Fights ensue.

The banner(?) makes me feel like the ceiling is low in here. I'm a little claustrophobic what with MRIs and PETscans lately. Maybe I need a different picture? Anyone else feel scrunched?

I saw the full moon last night. No really, I did. It started by peeking out from a crack in the clouds. I saw it. I really did.