A cave for the octopus and me

I'm watching a documentary called "My octopus’ teacher.” Right now, the shark is hunting for the squid, and in one quick mouthful it bites off one of the squid's arms. The octopus enters the cave in time, under the stone, and saves her life. The octopus is pale. The eyes closed. She is lying completely still. Trying to recover. Slowly but surely the colour returns. The eyes are opened. And one day later the octopus is ready again for a swim in the seaweed forest.

That's how I feel, I thought, when I turned off the TV. No one has bitten off my arm or other body parts. But a cave is nice to have, when cancer has spread and infiltrates my body. I have accepted all the help that school medicine has to offer. I have made great effort on my own. From the past, I have extensive experience in dealing with serious diagnoses. Regardless. It has been tough years. I've been in a cave. I have not shared much. It was best for me. I had to save energy.

But now I'm in an upright position again. So why not do something completely new: become a blogger!

What will I blog about: maybe have some opinions about society? Tell about an elf and a motorcycle ride. Describe a pilgrimage and what it is like to live with a chronic illness. Blog about the welfare state that is under pressure. And about which white wine was Churchill's favourite. Reflect on life's small and big challenges. Mixed candy, you think, and you're absolutely right. I've never blogged before. We'll see where this leads to. It will be short texts, follow me and feel free to comment.