Things you don't want to hear from an oncologist: The tumor was so bizarre we sent it up to Sloane-Kettering for analysis.
Yikes, Calli! I am hoping this somehow makes the diagnosis more comprehensive? Or maybe it's so bizarre that it is actually totally harmless!
Right -- I totally don't want to give you false hope, but when a pathology lab says "this is weird," sometimes it's harmless-weird that was mistaken for harmful because no one had seen anything like it before.
Teppy, was it this you were thinking of with the signature thing?
Actually, I had read that one before, but it was Madeleine L'Engle, in A Circle of Quiet. And she only did the check-signature thing once; very possibly I conflated her story with credit-card dude.
ION, the Apple repair dudes in my 'hood were awesome even on the phone, and told me that they could fix it in about an hour...once they have the part. So I'm dropping the laptop off Monday after work. They said that the part + repair will be in the neighborhood of $150, which is naturally more than I *want* to pay but far less than I was fearing. So that's cool. And they're Apple-authorized repair/training/etc. dudes, so I feel good about it.
when a pathology lab says "this is weird," sometimes it's harmless-weird that was mistaken for harmful because no one had seen anything like it before.
That would be ideal. Or maybe the tumors will eventually cause my dad to mutate into a superhero of some sort. It's Senior Man! Call Senior Man for all your senior citizen-related superhero needs. Those durned kids won't come within miles of your lawn.
Or maybe the tumors will eventually cause my dad to mutate into a superhero of some sort.
It's not a tumor; it's his POWER CENTER!!!! (Please tell me if making a joke about your dad's tumor is crass; I'll delete right away, with a thousand apologies. I'm just trying to keep things light, if I can.)
It's not a tumor; it's his POWER CENTER!!!
Hee! No, I figure if I'm making tumor jokes it's pretty much open season. But thanks for asking.
Continuing ~ma to your dad, Calli.
Right -- I totally don't want to give you false hope, but when a pathology lab says "this is weird," sometimes it's harmless-weird that was mistaken for harmful because no one had seen anything like it before.
Have I mentioned that this is basically what happened with my father-in-law's lobe that was removed? They had to send it to California and take it apart piece by piece, but whatever it was, it wasn't the cancer they'd presumed.
Calli ~ma to your dad that weird is a good weird.
I'm sadly missing winter today. It's sticky and hot and I got eaten alive by a mosquito last night. I went to the farmer's market, the comic store, and the natural food store today. Picked up some lavender oil to fight off the mosquitoes and now it is time to collapse.
And I though *I* once had a bad first day on the job:
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And I though *I* once had a bad first day on the job:
It's no Squirrel Cop, but, still, poor guy! Hopefully he's used up all his crappy-day-at-work mojo on the first day and it'll be smooth sailing from here on out. Or maybe he ought to switch over to bicycle cop.
