There’s really no way for me to talk about this without feeling as if I’m dropping a bomb on people so here goes… my Sweetie’s got “the cancer.” The prognosis for his survival is good, but he has to have surgery which is scheduled for this Friday, and there are all sorts of potential, negative side effects. It’s not as if he’s been feeling sick and got diagnosed either. Nowadays there are all sorts of tests that allow for early detection so the doctors know before you do, and I guess that’s a good thing, but it’s hard to feel happy about a cancer diagnosis. I mean, cancer just sounds bad, you know?
I’ve got some paid time off from work this week, and I’m grateful for it, but after almost a year, I still don’t have a full time job. I applied for an opening, but my employer moves at a glacially slow pace, and I’m getting frustrated by the drawn out process and even starting to doubt myself. Still, I’m trying to be optimistic and visualize myself getting it.
In other news, one of my oldest friends (my roommate junior year at Westover) who now lives overseas is visiting the U.S., and I’m going to see her for the first time in years. (The last time I saw her, her daughter was a baby; now her daughter just graduated from high school.) She’s staying on the Cape so I’m going there to see her for a day or two and then coming home for fun with cancer surgery.
I promise I’ll be back with some vegan food posts (the the vegan diet is good for cancer prevention, you know), but I felt I needed to get this announcement out of the way. Thanks for reading.