I just got ear wormed with "A Fine Romance."

Second, I need to practice my sushi rolling. The roll I just made was... unlike anything I ever bought before. But still kindda yummy.

The nice thing about practicing sushi rolls is that one gets to eat the attempts, and hey, it's sushi! That said, I'd love to go out for a good sushi dinner sometime soon.

I did some sushi rolling a couple of years ago, and unfortunately everything involved in cooking the rice and prepping the fillings made me less interested in eating the sushi. I should have done the prep with a longer break before the eating.

Parents of 20-year-olds, I found this while looking for other things for my classes, and I thought you might find her perspective interesting.

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Scan~ma for Ginger, interview~ma for TCG, cash~ma for Pix and ND... and the rest of us too.

meara, I hate the dating thing. I'm ready to concede the fact that I will be alone for the rest of my life. I'm sorry there was awkwardness.

Meara, like I said--I totally get frustration/disappointment on your part. I just don't know what she did wrong herself. It's just unfortunate.

Thanks for the ~ma. TCG thinks the interview went okay, but they probably want him to have a specific degree that is not his current degree. And we're not sure that taking on the time and expense of another degree while also trying to have a baby is a great idea.

Do any of our lawyer buffistas currently work in a law firm that deals with land use or real estate law?

Thanks for all the ~ma.

The results of the PET scan are mixed.

The good news is that there is no spread beyond the bone.

The bad news is that my tumor markers have gone up and there are three areas of bone lesions that have become more active and gotten a bit larger. He is recommending that I have radiation treatment to these areas. He wants to have me stay on tamoxifen for now and see how I do. I will continue to have blood tests, which include the tumor markers, every month, along with the monthly infusion I have for my bones. I'll have another scan in December. At least that one won't cost any more, since, with your help, I've met my deductible for the year. If things go the wrong way, I'll go on more chemo. The usual progression is to get type of chemo until it stops working, then move to another, then another.

The swelling from the lymphedema in my right arm has gotten worse. I've been trying to ignore it, but it's time for me to start dealing with shit.

I have to mumble about some of this with my mother, clients, and the like, but I've decided that I need to face it head on somewhere. If those of you who faced cancer with loved ones don't want reminders in thread, I can move this to somewhere else like my long-ignored LJ.

Y'all have helped me so much through the years. I'm hoping to lean on you again as I play "Ginger beats the odds."

I'm trying to craft a thank you worthy of the tremendous support on the YouCaring page. I particularly cherish all the nice things y'all said. I feel like George Bailey.

And now for something completely different . . .

We had flooding in my office over the weekend, and we've had blowers and dehumidifiers running ever since. They think the carpet is sufficiently dry, but the drywall isn't drying right. They started pulling the damaged bits this afternoon. About an hour after they started, my head and lungs were protesting enough that I asked to go home. Much frowning and mumbling and disappointed looks from the supervisors.

Granted, I help cover to the end of the workday, and it can get busy with few people to do the work. So my laeving without much warning is hard on scheduling. But I hate the "Are you sure you have to leave?" thing. I don't think I'm mistaken in thinking that in other places, drywall removal because of moisture and the potential of mold buildup is reason to close the office, not just a "avoid that side of the room" email. My seat is in the middle of the worst damage, so I don't get to avoid the area. And the avoidance is to stay out of the workers' way, not because of employee health issues.

The department head gave me a serious look and said, "I can let you leave, but you'll owe me two hours this week to make up for it." Me: "I'm already over two hours of OT this week." Him: "But if you use those hours, you won't get paid overtime for them." "I'll cope."

It's been three months of 9-10 hour days. Losing two hours is not a hardship.

Actually, what I said was "I'd rather lose the overtime than have another aneurysm in my sinuses." I think they thought that was hyperbole. I think I'll mention to my supervisor tomorrow about my adventure in mold-induced aterial nosebleeds.

Happy Birthday Trudy. And Connie your supervisors are being shits. Not little shits, cause they are supposed to be adults.