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06 December 2006 @ 11:39 pm
Grim News  
Two weeks ago Friday, I had a routine six month check-up and mammogram. On Friday night, they called to tell me there were no signs of cancer in my mammogram. However, even before those tests, I had been having pain in my back and side for about a week. So, by the Saturday night following that Friday call, when the pain in my side became sever, my husband took me to the emergency room. They did a CT scan, among other tests, which found cancer in my bones and liver... And my glorious first semester in grad school, and everything else in my life really, suddenly came to a screeching halt...

The rest of this story is posted in a new journal I stared, Hygieia180, and after this post I will not be posting much in the way of details about my health to Hypatia360. The new journal will allow me to keep friends and family up to date about my situation without having to relive telling the details over and over on the phone, and without having to filter what I say in this journal to be polite and appropriate for them to read. But this also conveniently allows me to keep this journal from becoming solely a depressing soap-opera; so if you want more info on the women with cancer part of who I am, go there .

You can find me: Limbo
Feeling Kinda: crushedcrushed
Listening To: Blackbird, Sarah McLachlin
Shannon: downchoiceful on December 7th, 2006 06:23 am (UTC)
I am so sorry.
goattalkergoattalker on December 7th, 2006 03:58 pm (UTC)
I am so sorry, but you beat it once and you will beat it again.
Xanth Vamp: Buttercup's Sorrowxanthvamp on December 7th, 2006 08:47 pm (UTC)
I saw Megan last week, and she told me... *hugs*
mishaisacat on December 13th, 2006 12:15 am (UTC)
Listen, bird, I love you.
I'm a poop head for not checking in with you more often. About every three months or so I remember there are blogs to read. Waah.

This is just to say I love you. If there's anything I can do, lemme know, even if it's just to talk about something else. I can talk my way around some Lost and Deadwood. I have fantasies about being a stand-up comedian for academics and can tell you my awful jokes. Everything else is pretty boring, what I'm reading, etc. I can send you books or movies or whatever.

Anyway, I miss and love you.
~jesseca (jesseca at gmail dot com)

P.S. here's a poem by Tess Gallagher

Under Stars

The sleep of this night deepens
because I have walked coatless from the house
carrying the white envelope.
All night it will say one name
in its little tin house by the roadside.

I have raised the metal flag
so its shadow under the roadlamp
leaves an imprint on the rain-heavy bushes.
Now I will walk back
thinking of the few lights still on
in the town a mile away.

In the yellowed light of a kitchen
the millworker has finished his coffee,
his wife has laid out the white slices of bread
on the counter. Now while the bed they have left
is still warm, I will think of you, you
who are so far away
you have caused me to look up at the stars.

Tonight they have not moved
from childhood, those games played after dark.
Again I walk into the wet grass
toward the starry voices. Again, I
am the found one, intimate, returned
by all I touch on the way.

from http://www.americanlifeinpoetry.org/columns/081.html
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