Oh, yeah, Plei. I had Cystopolooza 2008 in May -- left girl nut and part of a FoTube, and now the right ovary, had a cyst that was lanced and it's growing back...and back...and IT'S STARTING TO SPLIT OMG ARGH RUN.

I take it they're nuking the whole reproductive package from orbit?

So, yeah, all my junk. Sadly, there is no hope for an interesting teratoma this time, just boring excavation work. Likely no aliens either. Le sigh.

Annoying Officemate comment of the day (this time, not about religion!) He asked, "Did you get that email from (mutual friend)?" I said no. He said, "Oh, he's having this party with (weird theme), isn't that weird?" Dude. Basic politeness. I learned in first grade that you don't mention a party to someone who isn't invited.

I also showed him a clip of the movie of Godspell. He said, first, that it isn't really accurate, and second, that he maybe doesn't think it's blasphemous. (I showed him the "Prepare Ye"/"Save the People" scene with the baptism in the Central Park fountain.)

happy Birthday, Anne.

and I am sorry Erin, but I really know nothing to tell you

Oh, crap, Erin! I don't understand at all. I'd think that your girl parts should be constantly high-fiving each other and saying, "WOOT! Check us out, we're in ERIN, how lucky are we?" instead of going all ferwonky.

And {{{Kristin}}}. I'm so, so glad your dad came through it all right, but that was a spectacularly awful decision on his part. Did he ever think about how devastated you'd have been if he'd kept it all from you and the outcome was bad? Yay paternal desire to protect you and shield you from more worry on top of everything else you'd been through in the past year, but FAIL on the actually thinking it through part.

But, oh, I'm glad they got it all.

Eep. Everybody's inside parts need to shape up and start behaving.

Aw Kristin!

My Father had a double bypass without telling us until several days later. The phrase "could have died on the table" was part of the conversation.

Once the initial CONSIDERABLE shock passed it was easier to deal with his terrified deep-seated denial/appalling attempt at "protecting" us.

WTF Kristin's dad?

Yeah, sorry to hear that Kristin. My mum pulled exactly the same trick with me just this last month. Her's was bowel cancer.

I just accepted that I was glad she was still around and moved on. It may be tough, but I suggest you do the same.

What Pete said. I didn't tell my family about the breast cancer until right before my surgery, and my mother is still pissed. I understand why, but I simply could not deal with her worry and my own. It's such a hard thing to deal with that each person has to find his own way. Telling someone you love about it is horribly difficult.

Oh, Erin. I'm sorry your girly parts have turned on you so.

One day, many years ago, I flat out told my mother that if she ever suspected/found out she was seriously ill, I would want to know immediately or I would be extremely pissed. She then told me that my timing was eerie, because she'd just found a lump and was going to have it biopsied.

She had been planning not to tell me, giving the usual "didn't want you to worry" excuse. I pointed out that I would know that something was up, because I can always tell if she is worried about something, and that my having to imagine or wonder what was up was a million times worse than knowing the truth.

Erin, I'm sorry that you're having to deal with all of this.