I watched the tumor grow. Invading every single cell, taking the vital nutrients forming a huge useless mass of cells. Ugly, poisonous green toxin all over, it grew killing everything healthy and happy, leaving not even traces. As I watched it, it reminded me of the clutter I had accumulated. Over the year knowing fully well it was only invading me. There was no thinking in a straight line anymore. The clutter always came in between. Unnecessary, and like the tubercles taking the most essential neuronal connections.
The mess is good. Somewhere in this, I realized what I never want to lose in life. I realized what made my heart warm and eyes glow and my head feel light with schizophrenic madness. The adrenaline gush. Yes, I am probably not entirely successful but I am happy. Thanks to my schedule, I was forced to go back to my "pre marital" busy-ness, I was able to make the connections despite the clutter. I am in love with science all over again.
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ReplyDeleteSo you grew up with Enid Blyton's books. So did I, as a child, which explains why I decided to write a book on Enid Blyton, titled, The Famous Five: A Personal Anecdotage (www.bbotw.com).
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