How seasons work in Canada:
Jan: Cold
Feb: Freezing
Mar: Potholes
Apr: Cold-ish, rain
May: Warm but snow May Long
Jun : Two nice weeks
Jul: Pouring rain
Aug: Everything on fire
Sep: Kind of nice
Oct: I love it here
Nov: Winter Preview
Dec: Cold with decorations
Idk how to explain it, but when you genuinely like someone, there’s this natural urge to buy them little things. You see something and immediately think, “They’d love this.” It’s not even about the price, you just love seeing them happy.
atleast once in a lifetime,you'll find someone with whom you have intense chemistry with and it's important to know that you cannot be with them.
hope this helps.
My uncle told me, “Women today are too independent, Men don't feel needed anymore” I asked him, “Why does a woman being capable of taking care of herself make you feel less like a man?” He said, “Because men are supposed to provide” I asked, “Then what happens when she can provide for herself?” He said, “She'll stop respecting him” I looked at him and said, “Or maybe she’ll finally have the freedom to respect a man because she genuinely admires him, not because she depends on him” He went quiet. I wasn't trying to win the argument. I just wanted him to hear how strange that sounds when you say it out loud.
At my coworker's baby shower, I skipped the registry entirely, didn't buy a single onesie or toy.
Brought her mesh postpartum underwear, the giant overnight pads, a heating pad, a gift card for takeout, and a set of nipple cream she'd never have thought to ask for.
Told her straight, everyone else in that room is about to hand her a baby wardrobe. Nobody's thinking about the fact that she's going to be bleeding and sore and running on no sleep in a body that just did something enormous.
I remembered exactly what I didn't get after my own delivery, spent the first week improvising with stuff from the pharmacy at 2am because nobody warned me what recovery actually required.
She cried opening it, said it was the only gift that made her feel like someone was thinking about her instead of just the baby.
Sometimes I write to remember
Sometimes I write to forget
Sometimes I write..
Sometimes I don't let the hurt etched be on paper
If anyone else were to read it
Won't have any tears left
To remember to never forget some memories.. I write
A mammogram missed her cousin's breast cancer. By the time it was found it was too late, and she died.
About 6 months later a second woman in the same family was diagnosed. She died as well.
The woman watching this happen was an artificial intelligence researcher.
Her name is Geetha Manjunath.
She grew up in Bengaluru. She took her bachelor's degree in computer science at UVCE, then a master's and a doctorate at the Indian Institute of Science, where she was a gold medallist.
Her first job was at the Centre for Development of Advanced Computing, where she was part of the team that built India's first commercial supercomputer in the 1990s.
She spent 17 years at Hewlett Packard Labs as a principal research scientist. She then became a lab director at Xerox Research in India, heading their data analytics research.
Then the 2 deaths in her family happened, and she went and read about the disease.
What she found is worth knowing.
In India, roughly half the women diagnosed with breast cancer die of it. Her own words are blunt. Every alternate lady detected with breast cancer is dying.
The reason is almost never the treatment. It is that the disease is found too late.
Mammograms are the standard test. They use x-rays, they are expensive, they are uncomfortable, they need a large fixed machine, and there is a specific medical problem with them. In younger women the breast tissue is denser, and dense tissue and tumours both show up white on the scan. So the tumour can hide.
That is what happened to her cousin.
She started working on it in her spare time, on weekends, with a small team, while still employed.
The idea was to use thermal imaging instead. A cancer uses more energy than normal tissue and the blood flow around it increases, so the area is slightly warmer. A thermal camera can see that heat pattern from a distance, without touching the body and without any radiation.
The hard part is reading it. Heat patterns are messy. That is where her actual expertise came in. She trained machine learning software to interpret them.
Their first test was with a medical college in Manipal, using thermal images of 72 cancer patients.
It worked.
In 2016 she left her job and started a company with a former colleague, Nidhi Mathur. They called it Niramai, which stands for Non Invasive Risk Assessment with Machine Intelligence, and which in Sanskrit also means free from illness.
The test needs no radiation, no touch, no pain, and no one else in the room. It works on women of any age and any breast density. The equipment is portable, so it can be taken to villages.
More than 400,000 women have now been screened across over 250 locations in India. More than 2,000 cancers have been found.
The technology has regulatory clearance in the United States and in Europe. She holds 14 American patents.
She has one line she repeats.
Nobody needs to die of breast cancer, if you can catch it early enough.
I'm asking my son to do the invisible things. Not the fun chores.
The ones that reveal how much was being done without him noticing.
Here are the 7 I hand him. Every one reveals something he never knew was happening.
1. Making the grocery list before shopping.
I work the front desk at a small doctor’s office, and I wish people could see what happens on the other side of the phone. Every day, older patients call us confused.
They are told to use the patient portal, upload documents, check lab results online, fill out forms before the visit, and confirm everything through a link. Some of them do not know what a portal is.
Some do not have a smartphone.
Some have one, but they are afraid to click the wrong thing.
Last week, a man in his late 80s called about his test results.
He said, “Ma’am, I don’t mean to bother you, but the computer says I have a message and I don’t know how to open it.”
He sounded ashamed.
That broke my heart.
He should not have to feel ashamed for needing a human being.
Technology can be helpful. I understand that.
But when people who built this country are made to feel helpless because everything became a login and a password, we have gone too far.
Not everything needs to be an app.
Not every answer should be hidden behind a screen.
Sometimes people need a voice.
A patient person.
A real human who says, “Don’t worry, I can help you.”
Progress should not leave seniors behind.
Because one day, the world will move faster than us too.
And I hope someone is kind enough to slow down.
Somewhere a therapist is trying to get people to "live in the moment" while this girl is already three levels deep into a made up game that only exists in her head and involves real trains.
The world needs more pointless whimsy.