Well giant FUCKO to CANCER.

Loves to all the Zmayhems. Here’s hoping for less pain and good fast treatment.

(((Jacqueline and David, Matilda and Emmett, and Jacqueline's mom))) Thinking about you moment to moment and wishing you well, and coping, and some peace amid everything. Merry Christmas, too. May your spirits be lifted and fed by the cheer and light of the season.

Best of journeys to the travellers among us, best of company to the revellers among us, best of still moments of awareness and gratitude and peace among the celebrations and families and friends and travel. Love to all of us.

Toddson! So good to hear from you. May your holidays be happy ones!

Glad for the being home!

Timelies all!

Hugs and ~ma to all who need/want it.

Glad to know JZ is home and I hope you can be home soon and y'all can just be with each other.

Jacqueline is dozing on the couch to the sound of Vince Guaraldi.

Emmett and I made a quick xmas shopping run to Japantown and he's done with his shopping, and I got a major gift I needed.

We dropped Matilda and my MiL (aka, Nana) there as well so they could do their shopping. They will be bussing home (Nana finds this prime people watching) and hitting Target on the way.

I told him to put up hooks for the xmas stockings and he put them in the exact wrong place and now we're going to live with that.

Everything's still cattywampus but we're cobbling Christmas together out of bits and bobs.

This does give a better perspective on my mother's cold/flu/covid (she refuses to go to the doctor, so we'll never know). Although I am not really prepared to host the whole family gathering in my apartment (usually we split it).

Thank you for the update, Epic. Very good to hear that the new physician has their act together. A plan of action to have surgery early in the new year sounds good to me.

Having a plan makes all the difference, Epic. It's great that your new surgeon is giving you confidence in the chosen path.

So glad there’s a plan in place, Epic.

Awake all too early and plagued by too many thoughts, but feeling less bleak than in the hallway. Spent the evening cuddling with my mom and Matilda on the living room couch and it hushed the panic voices, a little.

Talked earlier in the evening with my youngest brother (in remission from multiple myeloma), who had been calling everyone but me every single day. He choked up a little (uncharacteristically) and said, “I’m so sorry you’re going through this.”

“And I’m so sorry you already went through this,” I said.

And in his usual logic-before-tact way, he said, “Oh, I think what you’re going through will be much worse. I don’t have to face surgeries or metastases and I barely had to go through any chemotherapy.”

I’ve known him all his life so I know what he meant to express was that I was the one deserving all the worry and empathy right now, not him, but sheesh! Bruh.