The cure

It has been a year now. And hereby I close this chapter. I remember the call at the hospital, the despair, the panic, the fear, the diagnosis, the apathy in the months to follow, the omnipresent sirens of death, the side effects, the overwhelming care of so many people, the friends that I have, the readers of my blog, the slow recovery, the won and lost battles, my new life, my new priorities, goals, the endless gratitude for the recovery, the big laughs, the music, the songs, the things lost on the way, and the satisfying indifference about them in the end. I thought I would have to say many smart things once I reached this point, but I just want to know it behind me. Three pills a day remind me of how breakable this new gift to me is.

I noted down my to-do-list last night. I thought of publishing it here, but better not. It lists a few companies, I am going to apply for, three jogs for this week (gosh, it is already Wednesday night, but you know the weather...), oh and I already completed one of them today (ordering Adobe PS). Ironically it was today that I have been communicated a nice increase in salary.

I also attended an event tonight which should appropriately replace AIESEC. I joint a different organization. Officially I have been a member for more than a year, but actually this is not exactly approved yet. At the "next meeting" it will be. As a political scientist one is always expected to join politics (and denying doing it). So now I joint. I expected very slow decision making at the first meeting and was not disappointed, but I expected it to be even worse. Interestingly I was the youngest - by far. I was actually the only one without gray hair. Another interesting fact was, that many of the members did not speak Bernese but other Swiss dialects (including one that I think I never heard before). It seems the moved-in-from-elsewhere-crowd was looking for a place to mingle with new friends. Looked very familiar.