Timelies all!

Found out that my uncle has prostate cancer.(My parents told me during our weekly phone call) Don't know the prognosis yet.

I saw a job ad for a web manager for the NEH website today. It's a GS-15 and starting pay is $123K. It requires 2 years managing a Drupal site and experience in an academic or similar setting.

That's... really ridiculous. Who do we know who needs a job?

Sheryl, I'm so sorry. I hope it's one of the easily-treated kinds.

Sheryl,

oh dear! How do they not know the prognosis?

...and that you can tell from the bands he listed as favorites that it was really ghost-written by a 13 year old girl. Essentially.

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So are mine. Really.

But seriously, Rio isn't married to Bob Saget, either. If someone has real health problems and makes a jokey explanation for them, I don't really care.

The lines between code and lies and euphemism and just the way we talk about things to deal with them at all get pretty clouded even without the fact that we all talk textually.

but you don't get to pretend we know each other in a healthy way...fuck off.

You know, this is actually how I feel when TVTropes comes up.

I am sorry, Sheryl.

How do they not know the prognosis?

Speaking as someone with a recently diagnosed cancer patient in the family? Pretty easily. Especially early on. It's really more art than science. A good and scientific art, but art.

In things that matter to no one but me, there is an up and coming racing driver named Victor Carbone and (I think) because Nestor Carbonell played a character named Victor in Ringer, I picture him. The kid kinda looks like him too. Which makes it no less confusing.

I'm sorry, Sheryl. Health~ma.

Thanks Cass. That's frustrating.

And someone can know something, without the information dissemination through the family, too.

So sorry, Sheryl.

One of Bob's closest friends had a girlfriend of many years who was pretty messed up in a lot of ways and who died a couple of years ago. I think he knew some of the story before she died but after she died it came out that she had multiple fake online personalities in a bunch of different forums. I'm not sure of all the details but there were people who felt pretty close to fake versions of this person. He ended up having to figure out how to let them know that the real person behind the faker was really dead. Sad stuff.

I've only ever been tempted to make a sock puppet to correct grammar and spelling in the comments on sites like Jezebel.

That's frustrating.

It can be. After my dad fell and a CT scan showed a mass in his brain, it took three weeks until we had an actual diagnosis. And if we've had an actualfax diagnosis beyond "hopeful" and "here's what we are trying first and we'll see how it goes and then we'll retest and see" in the last two weeks that I've been home, I don't know it. Plus, a lot of it really depends on the patient. Their health, their motivation and - honestly - their outlook. The variables are just really variable.

Though Jesse is right, I know mom and I weren't sharing every iota of information with everyone at the beginning, just the overview and what we knew for sure. And what you know for sure isn't always a lot early on.

It's a mindfuck.