One of my all-time favorite Homer Simpson quotes:
“Yeah Moe that team sure did suck last night. They just plain sucked! I’ve seen teams suck before, but they were the suckiest bunch of sucks that ever sucked!”
Cancerversaries are the suckiest bunch of sucks that ever sucked.
Random thoughts …
I haven’t answered some of my email in probably two months. I apologize if you are trying to get a hold of me by email. I suck. Try my cell phone. You’ll have better luck.
Home phone is getting cancelled soon. If you don’t have my cell phone number, you had better be calling to get it. That will be the only way to reach me soon.
MRI isn’t going to happen – insurance won’t cover it. So, I have a mammogram this week. After that, insurance approval (maybe four weeks) for the prophylactic mastectomy. Then, will schedule surgery. I’m really, desperately hoping to have surgery by mid-May and be back to work and ready for pool time by June 1.
Divorce is on the horizon, as are more changes than I’m willing to discuss here. That’s an even suckier bunch of sucks that ever sucked.
I’m utterly overwhelmed with all that needs done right now – home and job – but that isn’t really a plea for help. Just a statement of fact. Not sure what anyone can do for me. I had a friend come over last week and help me figure out medical bills. I have lots of friends keeping me entertained and upbeat. Everyone I work with is fabulous and helpful, and they are all overwhelmed in their jobs, too. I’m doing what I can on all fronts (home, work, bills, budgets, surgery scheduling, kid scheduling, homework, etc.), but it just isn’t enough.
In the course of a week, my dad had a dear, lifelong friend die and my dad’s first wife (mother of six of my half-siblings). They were both his age. I hate it. I don’t want my parents to get older.
I love all of my peeps and I talk about you all endlessly. Sometimes people say to me, “you have a great support system.” And I do. I really do. I’m very lucky to have you all.