I'm still making lots of cancer jokes. They seem to be a combination of denial and trying to keep saying the word until it has meaning. Right now it seems so obscure and weird and something completely unrelated to me, although it certainly is. It's like I'm talking about someone else who doesn't really exist.
And then every once in a while something will strike me as "oh my god, I'm talking about me" and it makes me catch my breath.
But look, your prayers are very appreciated. Your support means the world. But this isn't gonna get me. I'm not giving up. I've got waaaay too much to live for.
I spun some sock yarn (still unplied) and finished my little angel scarf, but you'll get pictures of those tomorrow. In the meantime, gotta tell the bosses today. Keep me in your prayers that I don't have a sudden moment of breaking down like a baby in front of them.
And thanks, really.