UPDATES + Possible? return date

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So here I am, letting you know that I’m still here, still breathing, and doing okay for now. Truly, thank you to everyone who’s checked in, sent messages, or even just kept me in your thoughts. It means more than you know. I’ve gotten a few of my reports back, and for the most part, the news has been good. Not perfect, not the clear finish line I wish I could announce — but good enough that I feel a tiny bit lighter. And if there’s anything I’ve learned, it’s that when you’re dealing with any kind of illness, progress doesn’t always come in big dramatic moments. Sometimes it’s just a small shift, a slightly better result, a calmer conversation with a doctor. Sometimes it’s something so tiny only you notice it — but even then, it’s enough to spark a little hope. The past few days have been spent making quiet, gentle memories with my family. I flew back home to stay with my mom and dad for a while, and as weird as it feels to hit pause on my life, I’m grateful for the warmth and familiarity. Med school is on hold for now — they’ve given me an excused leave — and honestly, stepping away was harder than I expected. It felt like admitting I couldn’t keep pushing the way I always do. But I think taking this time is the right choice. Most of my days have been filled with doctor’s appointments, long calls, reading through reports and scans, and planning next steps. It’s overwhelming sometimes — juggling information, trying to understand what everything means, keeping track of what’s happening next. But I’m taking it one day at a time, breathing through the scary parts, and letting myself rest where I can. I’m not ready to come back fully yet, and I don’t want to pretend I am. But things are moving in the right direction. And for now, that’s enough. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- When it comes to my return date… I wish I could give you something concrete, some exact day to circle on a calendar, but the truth is, I don’t know yet. And honestly, that uncertainty used to terrify me. I’m the type of person who likes having a plan, a schedule, a sense of what comes next — so not being able to promise anything felt like losing control of everything at once. But over the past few days, something in me has shifted. I know it might seem like I’m already looking ahead or rushing the idea of coming back, but it isn’t about impatience. It’s about hope — a kind of hope I didn’t expect to feel this soon. Every time a new report comes back with even the smallest sign of improvement, it feels like someone cracks a window open in a room I didn’t realize had gotten so dark. I can’t fully explain the wave of relief that hits me, or the way my chest loosens just a little bit. These tiny bits of progress might look insignificant on paper, but to me, they’re everything. It’s strange how much emotional weight a single line on a report can carry. One sentence from a doctor, one number moving in the right direction, one scan showing the faintest shift — and suddenly the world feels a little kinder. I find myself rereading the good parts, letting them sink in, letting them remind me that healing isn’t always dramatic. Sometimes it comes in these quiet, barely noticeable steps that only make sense when you look at them all together. So, if things keep trending the way they have been — if the future scans, appointments, and reports continue to show steady progress — then yes, I’m hoping I might be able to return in the next few weeks. Nothing is guaranteed, and I don’t want to make promises I can’t keep, but the possibility alone is enough to keep me going. It gives me something to look forward to on the harder days, something to aim toward when everything feels overwhelming. I’m trying to be patient with myself, to let my body heal at its own pace, and to respect the process even when it feels slow. But at the same time, I want you all to know that I’m not giving up, and I’m not drifting away. I’m doing everything I can to come back — not rushed, not half-present, but genuinely ready. And if things keep improving, that moment might be closer than I expected. I'm sorry if it's like I'm rushing it— but tbh, I miss you guys. I miss my friends, and the happiness of creating bots. I'm not much, just a small creator with my laptop and small flickers of hope— and seeing my friends progress is the happiest shit for me. But I miss them, and I want to be there to support them as they grow into larger communities. With love, -Niroami. FUCK CANCER!!

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First Message:   thank u for all the kind comments <33 they mean the world, moon, sun, you name it to me.

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