• Location: Nuevo Rancho Lake (for a moment longer)
• Mood: waiting
• Music: Queen, "Who Wants to Live Forever"

[cancer] "I was waiting on the pad / all systems were go"

The fear is gone this morning. Well, not gone, but sitting in its cubbyhole like an kindergarten hamster. The big Fear is lurking with it. I can't guarantee they won't return, but for now I am a millpond.

lasirenadolce has done a Production Book. We're calling this whole festival "Pink Macaroni". This thing is amazing, and when the dust settles a bit, one of us will post about it in detail. Basically it lets my family and friends know everything about my condition, preferences, medical situation, contingency plans, and so forth. Something happens, good or bad, all they do is look in the book.

In other words in times of stress that means less thinking, more caring.

They have promised me part of the colon section back in a jar. Imagine the endless possibilities for humor (or a charity auction donation). My (step)mother observed that I need to get one of my friends to knit me a colon cozy.

As for this morning, I am heading for the hospital dressed like I'm going to a con. May as well go to battle with all flags flying. the_child left me a sweet note last night after I went to bed (and I did sleep well). I'll have the knitted tumor kateyule made for me, which I've asked to have as soon as they'll let me in recovery or the surgery ward.

"NO TUBE" is written on my right nostril in Sharpie. "NOT HERE" is written on each elbow, per a suggestion in comments. The house is being made ready for me to return sometime next week.

All that's left is to go.

As the man said, I'll be back.

I love you all.