What do you think? Sound about right? I can never tell how good I am at judging myself and answering these questions. You can't use a ruler to measure the ruler, and all that jazz. I certainly don't claim to be the definitive authority on what I'm like.

I'm getting radiation every weekday at 9:15am. This whole waking up thing is for the birds, but it'll be good to get back on a morning schedule for my MTWF 8am classes in the fall. Fuck. Radiation is ok though, no generalized symptoms, maybe something like a sunburn in a couple weeks. More complete details to be found at http://log.davedot.com/backlog/2007/07/radiation/

Also, if you're interested, Ravenclaw 12" Holly Dragon.

Tomorrow was supposed to be the day I went to the specialerist to find out exactly where I'm at with this lymphoma thing and set up a plan of action. Well, this morning I awoke to hear that he had not received some sort of labwork or information that he needed, and that my appt. is being pushed back to Thursday.

On Thursday, for those of you not in the loop, I had planned to be moving out of my apartment in Blacksburg, because my lease ends on Sunday and knowing the management, they'll expect my keys by close of business on Saturday. This means that after my appointment on Thursday, I will get in the car and do the 10 hour drive to Virginia, sleep, pack clean and move in one day, and likely (depending on how Thursday goes) be back in NY before Monday.

Someone, please, if I'm doing something wrong here tell me what it is. Is there something I'm missing? I can't honestly believe that this is how things work routinely.

I was home all last week visiting family. While I was there, I had a biopsy on a lump that had formed on my left elbow. I didn't want to mention it until the results came back, in case it was something embarrassing.

It's cancer.

I got a call from my doctor at 10 this morning (by which point I should've been at work, but that's neither here nor there.) He told me the pathology had come back on the biopsy, and that it was lymphoma. He talked about what would happen now, CAT scans, possible treatments, what my future plans might be for the summer and the school year. He did not use the word "cancer" at any point in the conversation.

I'm going home tomorrow, for the remainder of the month, probably. I'll get poked and prodded and stuck in dark tubes and such, and then we'll figure out a treatment regimen. In NO WAY am I considering leaving Tech, or even taking the semester off. There's no good reason not to do the treatment here. If Geneva can do it, Christiansburg can do it. If I'd have to drive to Rochester, I can drive to Roanoke. I can't spend that long away from my studies. I couldn't deal with that much free time.

I don't know how I feel about it yet. I'll probably feel different about it from one hour to the next.