Fingers crossed. Hoping for the best of all possible results.

Good luck. I'll be hoping for you.

Good luck, Jay!

Good luck to you!

We're thinking about you. Keep us posted (well, like, duh).

Mmmmmomos...

I'm missing momos AGAIN

We just need to schedule our own damned momo party with your social circle.

Hey, maybe we need to figure out how to make momos I can eat and have a wheat/dairy/egg free momo party!

I see no problem, rice flour! no dairy or egg required.

TJ

Took me two reads to get the pun in the title, hehe. Just shows mornings are my groggiest time right now...

Hoping for good results. Meanwhile, I have found that I need to be gentle with myself when the writer brain goes into vapor lock. These days, I'm reaching the point where I could annoyingly ramble on and on and on about what parts of your brain are on freeze due to this stress and why.

But understanding why it happens doesn't necessarily make thrashing my way out of vapor lock any easier. I am coming to terms with the reality that, until the actual RIF (reduction in force) or layoff happens, I'm basically stressed and low-level freaking. This year is easier because I can contemplate the worst with a grim level of humor, having already had my hours cut. And April and May are always challenging in teacher world. This year is worse because administration is expecting magic wands to be waved to bring students up to proficient level for statewide assessment...without coaching or cheating during the tests. I'm busy holding the newbie's hand and soothing/supporting her because she's totally screwed, given the performance levels of her kids (who are many of my kids as well).

You can't bring someone up from third grade level to sixth grade level in a month, or even a year. Not realistic. But that's what NCLB expects. Not surprising, when you look into the ways that many NCLB proponents cheated when they scored their unrealistic test performances.

Anyway, sounds like you have a lot of other stuff on your plate without the cancer screening! I'd ride with it and not worry about writer brain. You know it will come back. Accept the cancer stress and go on. You've got the right perspective.

For your amusement. Safe & dry & fed at PDX now. The sun's decided to come out now, too, just to taunt me. Meanwhile, the weather gods have taken my request for warmth a bit too seriously. Yesterday's forecast of 83 for Sat has now been upped to 90. Eep!

Best of fortune to you, Jay. May you go to the consultation and be asked "When did you become a cyborg? All you needed was a lubricant-change; you're free to go."

best,

Joel

Thinking of you. And, if it hits the small hours where you are and you want someone to talk to, do feel free to phone me. Occasionally time zone differences can be useful.
Kari xx

Thank you. ;)

My thoughts and good wishes go with you. *hugs*

thoughts & support from this random internet fan, too. every day climbing the Sisyphean mountain of unemployment-related Fear gives me the smallest hint of what you're dealing with.

you can do it. we're with you.

I hope that you find work soon, and some peace of mind to go with it.

Wearing stripey, colorful socks in support of your scans today. It seemed like the most appropriate quasi-superstitious thing to do.

Mmm, stripey socks. ;)