

I’ve recently gotten into vinyl, and what I’ve learned is that convenience is often antithetical to experience. When just about every song ever made is immediately available to me at a moment’s notice, I stop caring; I’ll listen to a song I like for a little while then move onto the next one without thinking about it, and I won’t form any lasting memories along the way. When music is something that takes time and effort to enjoy, I have a chance to form a memory about my enjoyment, and when I have to physically find a song in order to listen to it, it gives that song much more meaning than if I spent less than 5 seconds typing the name in on Spotify.
My mom went from stage “0” DCIS to dying of stage 4 breast cancer in just 3 years while attempting to treat it with scam therapies.
When it was stage 2 she tried to treat it with localized vibration therapy, where her therapist used a massage gun on the area to try to resonate her body with the “healing frequency of the universe.”
Given that the stage 2-3 jump is when cancer cells begin to dislodge from the first affected lymph node into the lymphatic system and spread throughout the body, I’m fairly certain her “treatment” significantly accelerated that jump.