Time for catch-up

I see I haven't blogged since Feb 2025. 
What is that? Sixteen or 17 months ago? 

Let's see:
I still am moving about.
I am still volitionally using my human anti-gravity suit to do that with, and it still feels quite good, healthy, not hurting anywhere.  
This is still my blog. 

A lot has happened since Feb 2025, most of it in just the past 6 months. 
I think I stopped feeling motivated to write here as my cataracts got worse. It seemed like just too much work to look at words. 
Long story short, I sort of vegetated when that happened. I could still see videos if I sat close enough to my monitor, and games on my iPad, so I did that, and time passed. 
Then things started getting busier at the beginning of November '25 when my mother, at age 101, started to decline, fairly rapidly, and died in Feb this year. I was called upon to be involved for this or that task, or phone call to ask for a hospital bed for her at the senior lodge where she was put on a more medically sensitive level of care, or permission for this or that med. 
I did not see well, but enough to still be able to drive, as long as it was daytime and only locally, a few blocks on well-memorized routes in a quiet little prairie city. 
Anyway, I didn't find a lump until a week or so into Feb, then she died, then we three siblings congregated to deal with her death and all its attendant paperwork and appointments for this and that, and cleaning out her room at the lodge. 
I got an appointment in early March and a referral to a mammogram clinic in a large city about an hour away. Meanwhile I couldn't get in for an eye appointment until April. So I had to lean on my brother and a cousin for rides, first for a mammogram, then a biopsy, then an appointment with a surgeon.
Along the way I finally was referred for cataract surgery, first one eye and then the other two weeks later, but that did not happen until June. The good news is, I can see like I'm 5 years old again, perfectly. It's amazing Star Trek stuff, cataract surgery these days. 
The not so good news is that the surgery was canceled because this invasive ductal cell cancer had found a lymph gland it could hijack and demand passage through and get it or else just slip through unnoticed. So while I was distracted by all the family commotion, it had crept around and found lots of little places  everywhere to grow itself. 
These days around here, women with breast cancer are vetted for if surgery will do them any good or not. The cancer agency wants people in my cohort, maybe demographic cohort, to have a CT scan or bone scan or both, first. These are to detect any metastasis. 
In my case, surgery won't make a dint. Neither will chemo or radiotherapy. Incurable. 
It's in lungs liver spine and (bizarrely) right tibia. 
There are some SlowDownTheInevitable pills I can take. I suppose I'll probably take them. 
I have yet to look them up to see what they are all about. 
Before they can be prescribed the oncologist told me he wanted an ECG, an x-ray of the tibia, and to get a dental exam, so he could monitor dosage or whatever. Something about wanting to avoid osteoporosis. 
I did those three things. I saw him on Monday, the 6th of July, and by Wednesday the 8th, they were done. I presume they have the results by now.
I expect a call from his office or else the pharmacy soon. 

Here are the thoughts at the top of my mind. 
I am 75 years old.
I'm done with my former work life and have decluttered my mind a lot around physio, both physio as a profession and myself as one of its global representatives, a farm kid from Sask. who was a boomer and for whom possibilities and opportunities opened up almost magically at just the right times, including a physio school that opened in my province just three years before I applied. 
I feel lucky in life. 
Nowadays I also feel lucky in that I don't have to pay medical expenses, and the system is stepping up to look after me. 

My personal beliefs about existence is that it's a something, like a slice of meat, sandwiched between bun halves of very thick non-existence. I really don't have any issue with going back to the way I was before I was born.
It's all in the hands of nature.
And really, it always has been, all along. 

So, what am I going to do here? In this blog? 
Good question, I do not know. 
Write stuff I guess.