I just thought when I said "DON'T SEND THIS TO THE CLIENT YET," that my coworkers might read it.

:: laughs bitterly ::

One of the parts of my managerial life is telling people on customer-facing teams that NO, they can't share that information with customers just yet, who said they could, thanks I'll go have a conversation with that sales rep, NO don't share that information yet.

That and meetings. So many meetings.

Is anybody else finding the Bee impossible today??

Is anybody else finding the Bee impossible today??

Oh my god, SO MANY WORDS. Not a fave today.

I gave up on it pretty quick

Today's Spelling Bee *also* has about a billion words. I need more coffee to tackle it.

This morning (8 am) is Tim's follow-up appointment after getting his neck lump removed last week. Definitely need benign~ma.

Benign~ma in abundance.

I tanked Wordle today, boo. Haven't been doing Spelling Bee for s while, but maybe I'll start again. Connections was cute today.

I did not get to the next round for the interview from last week, which is a bit of a bummer, but I'm still glad I had the first one. It's been a while!

Farmers Market this morning.

Benign ~ma in abundance.

So, it was not benign. It was cancerous. The ENT says that the type of cancer it is has a very high cure/survival rate among nonsmokers, like 90%-95%.

Next steps are a PET scan and then more biopsies, because when the ENT looked in Tim's throat with a laryngoscope, there was no obvious location where the cancer started/is localized. And they need to get really specific on the location so they can precisely target the radiation. The type of cancer he has is apparently highly, highly responsive to radiation, so they definitely want to get it right and kill the fucker.

Tim, being Tim, went to work. If it were me, I'd be back in bed under the covers, yelling about the unfairness of the fucking universe.

I absolutely do get that, if it had to be cancer, the prognosis is very good. So optimism is the overall outlook. But I really, really, REALLY expected it to be benign, so now that Tim has left for work I'm officially freaking out.

And I have my own doctor appointment in an hour because my quad injury from May (or April?) has gotten way more painful. So I need to efficiently freak out and then pull myself together so I can go see my own doctor for my own shitty crumbling human shell.

Well, crap, Steph, that sucks, and I'm sorry. Obviously glad to hear the high cure/survival rate, but cancer sucks. Obviously, sending all the ~ma in support of that high cure/survival statistic.

And I hope your appointment goes well and you can get some relief.