Tree wrote recently, "The past two days have felt like two weeks," and boy, is she right. Yesterday was the longest day.
So. Yesterday was quite a dramatic day. But the long and short of it is that the Doc is out of surgery and the doctors are calling it a "success." The surgery went for something crazy like 14 hours as the cancer had spread further than they initially thought and they had some extra work to do. But the doctors feel confident that they got it all, and that's what's important. I would like to once again publicly issue a giant "Fuck you" to cancer, recorded here for all posterity. So there it is. Kiss off, cancer. And now the long road of recovery begins...
I would like to thank all of you for putting up with what has got to be the most depressing run of entries. But I'm writing about it for a reason -- he's such an influential and important person in my life, this blog would not be complete without me writing about it.
I've spent the last 4 days crying. No more. I had a little "Sack up, Ho" conversation with myself this morning and the time for tears is done. I'm still sad and I still feel like crying, but I refuse to give cancer the satisfaction. No. Now there's work to be done, it's time to get our friend well.
So. Yesterday was quite a dramatic day. But the long and short of it is that the Doc is out of surgery and the doctors are calling it a "success." The surgery went for something crazy like 14 hours as the cancer had spread further than they initially thought and they had some extra work to do. But the doctors feel confident that they got it all, and that's what's important. I would like to once again publicly issue a giant "Fuck you" to cancer, recorded here for all posterity. So there it is. Kiss off, cancer. And now the long road of recovery begins...
I would like to thank all of you for putting up with what has got to be the most depressing run of entries. But I'm writing about it for a reason -- he's such an influential and important person in my life, this blog would not be complete without me writing about it.
I've spent the last 4 days crying. No more. I had a little "Sack up, Ho" conversation with myself this morning and the time for tears is done. I'm still sad and I still feel like crying, but I refuse to give cancer the satisfaction. No. Now there's work to be done, it's time to get our friend well.
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BOO Cancer. YEAH Doc!
remember positive thinking. The last couple weeks i've been thinking of all the things we used to sing and say at communion banquets. i remember the first one i ever went to and you said that Father's positive thinking had worked on some aspect of your life. i really think it will help here.
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