I’m so sorry, Laura.
In other fuck cancer news, I found out today that my head of school (who is 45) learned during spring break that her husband has an aggressive, stage 4 cancer and a very poor prognosis. He is also in his 40s. They have two daughters.
Thinking of you, Ginger.
Went to Israel for Passover, which was nice. And I got to see Shir, who once again crossed half the country so that we could talk sociology for hours and hours. She's fab.
I was mostly absent yesterday due to feeling like crap and having a headache. Then I got home from work and had a pink letter from my doctor's office. Opened it up: they want me to get an mri on my left breast. Called right away and I have to see a surgeon to get referred to the mri. (I need an mri on my kidney already so I made an appt with the same surgeon as before - I figure he'll know what's up.) Anyway, there were lots of cysts in both breasts and they couldn't see if they were solid or filled with liquid or what.
Made a crappy day even crappier. But, I got a call from a good friend and we talked and talked the evening away. . . had an excellent night's sleep and feel so much better today.
Surgeon: next Tuesday.
Lots of comfort to Laura and Bobby. . .such a horrible thing to happen.
And continued ~ma for Ginger.
Lots of ~ma to you, sumi!!
Nora, they are at the Avenue Inn on St. Charles. Very nice. They greeted us with fresh cookies! And we ate at Il Posto.
Hi Seska!
Tons of ~ma, sumi!
Seska! It's good to see you here.
sending mucho ~ma your way, sumi!
Lots of ~ma, sumi. And a shaggy Welsh pony for extra love.
Much ~ma headed your way, sumi.
Horsies!
How are you doing today, Ginger? What is the next step?