I need some ~ma again. I'm flying back to San Diego tonigt. Please don't let my father die before I get there.

I could use some good biopsy test~ma for my dad, please. It could be a form of lymphoma resolved by an 8-week serious of shots. Or it could be non-Hodgkin's lymphoma, which would be much, much worse. We're really hoping for the former, and we'll get the biopsy results tomorrow.

Thank you for the biopsy~ma. Unfortunately, it looks like Dad does have non-Hodgkins lymphoma. I'll know more about the staging and prognosis tomorrow.

My good news isn't as good as the bad news has been bad, but we'll give it a try: I've got a new job.

It starts Monday. Its temp to perm (so the money will be eh at first) but it is with a firm that I very much wanted to work for and pretty much only hires tha way.

So Woo to the Hoo.

Dad passed away about 45 minutes ago.

Going darkish for 2 weeks in Canada. Back in August.

mr. flea is defending his dissertation this morning at 9. Passing ~ma would be greatly appreciated.

We'll also be going dark soon - probably tomorrow - because we're moving to Athens GA. Maybe up in grey (= poached slow wifi) by Saturday.

Another attack in Jerusalem: I'm fine.

Need some ~ma for my dad. He fell on the golf course on Saturday and hurt his knee. When he was at the doctor on Monday, he went to sit down and missed the chair, thereby twisting the other knee and hurting his shoulder. He's in good spirits and not too uncomfortable. He's going into surgery today, we'll know more later.

Looks like Mom is going to be ok, but she was admitted to the hospital last night hemorrhageing (I'll never spell that word correctly) from what turned out to be gastroenteritis and an ulcer.

The good news is that its not cancer, so far they've been able to get away with just fluids and no transfusion, and though they brought the crash cart last night she didn't actually code. (They didn't tell me that last part until today. The sister who was there wants Hallmark to make a Good Job Not Dying! card.)

The bad news is that they want her in ICU for 48-72 hours. And since I'm in my first week at work (in a job market where it took several months to get a good interview) I'm not going out there until the weekend. Which just fucking kills me -- I'm learning expense report software and fax room procedures while my Mother is being monitored in case she starts bleeding to death again. (That's a little melodramatic. Maybe. - I'm being assured that the ICU is just a precaution. Is that EVER the truth?)

And, just for the comedy of it I suppose, my eyes have been having this freaky allergic reaction for the past three days so they're all swollen and red and start tearing up whenever I look at a computer monitor for more than ten minutes. I've been going from training session to training session assuring everyone I meet that its not conjunctiveitis and sticking a cold compress on them when they just hurt too fucking much. Turns out the only thing less fun than starting a new job with a ziplocked washcloth in my purse is doing so while my Mom is in critical care.

So, good vibes for the Mom for a quick recovery. Good vibes for the Sisters that they get some food and some rest and recover from the crash cart scare. Good vibes for the Doctors and Nurses who bring my Mom a crash cart. Good vibes for me that I can at least appear normal for the next two days until I can get out there.