This is the one hundredth entry.
I began writing here in January 2026.
One hundred was never a goal in itself.
It simply felt like a meaningful point of continuity.
At first, I thought I would reach it in April.
Even if things slowed down, surely by May.
Then everything changed.
The diagnosis.
The examinations.
Hospitalization.
Surgery.
Recovery.
After leaving the hospital, my concentration did not return as quickly as I had expected.
More recently, the lymph node that had been removed during surgery became swollen again after a fever from a cold.
For a while, even sitting was difficult.
Today happens to be one of the better days.
Tomorrow I will return to the hospital for another examination.
It is now August.
It took nearly twice as long as I had imagined.
Still, this was never really a goal.
It is simply another point along the way.
Perhaps I will write again at two hundred.
Or perhaps I will not.
That, too, will become part of the record.