September 28th, 2010


[links] Link salad wonders if sometimes words have two meanings

Fight Cancer WPA Poster — Huh. Who knew?

Patients to be frozen into state of suspended animation for surgeryPatients are to be placed into a state of suspended animation when they undergo surgery by using a ground breaking technique that freezes their bodies to the point of death. (Via

Time Likely To End Within Earth's Lifespan, Say PhysicistsThere is a 50 per cent chance that time will end within the next 3.7 billion years, according to a new model of the universe.

[WV Republican Senate candidate] Raese Wants To Go Back To 'Capitalism The Way It Should Be' — Before Child Labor Laws — I especially like this bit: I made my money the old-fashioned way. I Inherited it.

Tea Party Fakers? Dems Blamed For Co-Opting 'Tea Party' Label To Split Conservative Vote — This is fricking ridiculous. Such tactics only serve to make the Democrats as morally and intellectually bankrupt as the Republicans. (Which is admittedly not a surprising outcome.) Note to President Obama: I'd like a real political party, please. One with principles and integrity.

?otD: Is there a bustle in your hedgerow?

Writing time yesterday: n/a (post-op haze)
Body movement: Moderate suburban walking (post-op haze)
Hours slept: 9.25 (solid)
This morning's weigh-in: 234.6
Yesterday's chemo/post-op stress index: 5/10 (post-op pain, fatigue, peripheral neuropathy)
Currently (re)reading: I Shall Wear Midnight by Terry Pratchett


[personal] Transitions

Yesterday was a busy day. I worked the Day Jobbe. In the afternoon, T&J came over and repaired a problem in my kitchen. (For which I thank them immensely.) Mom and Dad came by to say farewell before they leave town for 2.5 months tomorrow. calendula_witch came by to say good-bye to Mom and Dad. the_child turned up a while too, though I crapped out so early I didn't get to spend much time with her.

Found out yesterday that someone dear to me has had some dreadful cancer news, apparently about the same time I was getting my reprieve. I suppose the universe has to balance its books somehow, but I spent the evening quite depressed (hence the early bed time). I still have barely tasted the joy of my own walkback from the Big Edge, and now I have to watch someone else hurtle that way much harder and faster than even my worst fears of my own trajectories would have had it.

Really, I've had enough of cancer to last me a dozen lifetimes. My own or anyone else's. If I love you, stay healthy. If I don't know you, stay healthy. If I can't fucking stand you, stay healthy. Life is a terminal experience by definition, but as calendula_witch said last night, we're all too young for this. (Though in truth I'll still be too young for this if I lived to be 95.)