Summer is officially fired!
Fri, Aug. 31st, 2012 22:10![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
This has been one of the least awesome summers I have ever known.
First there was the point where chemotherapy became more than my body could really handle. I lost the ability to multitask for a while. My short-term memory went pretty fuzzy. I slept poorly, and I wanted to sleep almost all the time. I couldn't eat anything but apple sauce for a couple weeks, too.
Then I started radiation. My symptoms from that could certainly be worse, but this is plenty bad enough.
I had to accept, pretty early this year, that I would not be attending Dragon*Con due to ongoing cancer treatment.
And now....
... City of Heroes is closing down....
I have characters in mid-arc that I cannot give a satisfying conclusion. I have content in the game that I will never get to see, areas I will never get to explore. I was just starting to feel that I had the hang of base-building. I've got a whole slew of fluff-fiction (fan-fiction for a roleplaying game's characters), only a small fraction of which I have posted to FFdotNet or VirtueVerse.
In a couple of days, I will get mad and start solving the problem of saving my memories and images of what I have created.
Right now, I'm grieving the loss of the reliably comforting hobby in my life. There's no fixing this.
First there was the point where chemotherapy became more than my body could really handle. I lost the ability to multitask for a while. My short-term memory went pretty fuzzy. I slept poorly, and I wanted to sleep almost all the time. I couldn't eat anything but apple sauce for a couple weeks, too.
Then I started radiation. My symptoms from that could certainly be worse, but this is plenty bad enough.
I had to accept, pretty early this year, that I would not be attending Dragon*Con due to ongoing cancer treatment.
And now....
... City of Heroes is closing down....
I have characters in mid-arc that I cannot give a satisfying conclusion. I have content in the game that I will never get to see, areas I will never get to explore. I was just starting to feel that I had the hang of base-building. I've got a whole slew of fluff-fiction (fan-fiction for a roleplaying game's characters), only a small fraction of which I have posted to FFdotNet or VirtueVerse.
In a couple of days, I will get mad and start solving the problem of saving my memories and images of what I have created.
Right now, I'm grieving the loss of the reliably comforting hobby in my life. There's no fixing this.