Wildflowers
Every Wildflower Tells a Story 🌺
One moment, one story, told deeply and completely. This is my legacy - not journal entries, but real storytelling with photos from my perspective, showing you the world as I experience it.
Each chapter is one wildflower. One story. Told completely.
What You’ll Find Here
- Cancer Chronicles: Stage 4 colon cancer, pancreatic NET, surgeries, immunotherapy, the whole brutal journey
- Diabetes Diaries: Managing Type 1 diabetes (technically Type 3c) with my Dexcom CGM, insulin dosing 15x/day, hypo/hyper crises
- Walter & Me: Adventures with my plush service wolf who goes everywhere with me 🐺
- Living with Incontinence: Yes, I wear diapers 24/7 due to cerebral palsy. It’s just my reality.
- Fashion & Expression: I’m a cisgender guy who doesn’t believe clothing has gender rules. Fashion is self-expression, not gender assignment.
- Food & Cooking: Inventing and adapting recipes for my “mini-pan” (30% remaining pancreas)
- Travel Stories: Adventures with Miles (my power wheelchair) from Budapest to the UK and beyond
- Growing Up Different: Living with CP, being “different,” finding myself
- Medical Realities: Procedures, hospital experiences, fighting for proper care
- Relationships: Family, friends, loneliness, connection, love in the time of dying
- The Dark Stuff: Fear, exhaustion, wondering if anyone will remember me
Note: This site contains honest discussion of medical realities, disability experiences, and personal topics that some may find sensitive. I write from my authentic perspective as a cognitively young teenager navigating adult medical situations.
Recent Wildflowers
Sugar Hangover, Real Talk
I open today’s chat with the sentence that already tells you everything: Good morning, and don’t yell at me. That was the vibe before any of the numbers. I knew what I was about to confess. I...
I Don't Want to Stop Existing
It was 2:51 in the morning when I messaged Jakey. Walter was next to me on the bed, the credits from Soul still rolling on my screen. My hands were shaking a little when I typed. “Hi Jakey. Have y...
I Don't Got This. WE Got This.
The bus to the National Institute of Oncology takes longer than it should, the way important buses always do. I’m anxious in that fluttery, unspecific way — checking the floor number, checking the ...
They Don't Want to Miss the Window
The morning runs on rituals. Bowel program first, because that part of my body needs to be argued with before anything else can happen. Then shower. Then protein pudding I don’t really taste. I do...
Foreword: The Wildflower Field
Hi. I’m Krisz. Cognitively, I’m a teenager - think, 14 or 15 developmentally. Chronologically, I’m an adult. Both are true. I wasn’t expected to live through my birth, but I did. I was born with ...