Ragweed for me. AtchoosniffIcan'tsee.

Also, it makes a place two inches deep behind my forehead, right right in the center of my forehead itch like bloody hell.

It's maddening.

My BIL, A, has recently "completed" (?) a double mastectomy *and* chemo and radiation therapy for an unrelated lung cancer. Called him yesterday to check in with him. He sounded great, actually. And my sister, Y, saying hi in the background. She took the phone and told me she had an upper endoscopy scheduled for Thursday, wish me luck, etc. I told her "break a leg", ha ha.

About 1030 last night A called me from her phone saying they were in the ER and Y had just been given a diagnosis of "terminal pancreatic cancer".

...

What the actual fucking fuck?!

A had to travel to a different hospital for a blood draw today and Y had had more tests all night and a biopsy (or more) today, the results of which are still unknown to me.

Shit, V. I'm sorry.

Jesus H Christ, V, anything in their background that they both got cancer?
I mean like where they lived or worked or something?

Jesus. How devastating. My heart goes out to you and your family.

Fucking cancer.






Jesus. {{{Big V}}}

What the actual fuck?

I'm sorry, BigV.

I'm sorry V, fuck cancer.

So sorry to hear that. Best wishes.

Thank you all. I have no more information since last night, only "I am staying here tonight and they're letting me have food."

This sucks, man.

Fuck cancer.

Jesus v, that's awful. How shocking.

Sorry, man.

Good morning friends.

I'm at the cancer treatment center this morning for Y's initial treatment meeting where I will learn what I can contribute as a member of her support team.

Since my last post, I have had one phone conversation with Y during which she told me about the ER visit and how things went. What a shit show. On top of the actual diagnosis, the experience, *especially* with the doctor (a doctor) was comically horrible. She told me how he asked her if she wanted the sugar coated version or the direct version; she chose direct. Then that sentence, and some raised voices, and some swearing by the doctor at his balky dictation equipment, and at one point him telling her to "shut up!"...

I am not looking forward to meeting this doctor.


Anyhow, she's recovered from his assholeness and we have this meeting today.

Also, importantly, thank you all for being my friends. You all mean a lot to me, and so do your words of support. Thank you.

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