my blog. my eggs. myself. March 28, 2006
I went to my afternoon class and had no luck at all concentrating. I realized on the way to class that I had totally forgotten to ask the doctor about something for my cold. I sat there coughing and sniffling, and I’m sure people wondered why the hell I didn’t just stay home. Professor G. told me I should go to a doctor. “Well, I just….” Forget it. After this morning, I’m afraid to go back there for the cold. I was perfectly fine until I went to the doctor. Now I’m having an existential crisis. I don’t want to walk in there with the sniffles and walk out with lung cancer.
I decided to skip my evening class tonight and use this time to drink scotch. I have a friend, Jessica, who is in both classes. She is a wonderful girl. She’s around 25, but she is very mature and more “human,” as opposed to some of the sharkier types. I told her about my unsettling doctor visit and asked her to e-mail her notes to me. She was very sweet about it and then told me that she actually HAD endometrial cancer, as did her sister and her mother. I was surprised, having assumed that this was something related to getting older.
Jessica said hers had been treatable with laser surgery. I was very glad to know that. Her mother and sister had undergone hysterectomies. She said not to worry, no big deal. I could have kissed her. Maybe tomorrow I will google the situation, when I’m not feeling so pale. It doesn’t seem so nervous-making if a 25-year-old can deal with it. I’d give anything for someone to cook me a steak on the grill right now, I could use a dose of red meat.
Meredith just called asking why she and Josh were finding out about this on the blog. Very meta. I told her I don’t mean anything by it, I’m just using this form of communication now. Telephone means telling it over and over. E-mail means considering the people you write to and tailoring your message to them. For instance, Meredith, being a woman, was interested in the details that I didn’t go into on the blog. Josh would just as soon hear “plumbing problems” and leave it at that. Blogging goes out to people in general and to myself in particular. I write it for myself, but I try to narrate as if I am talking to a friend who does not know everything about me. My close friends can get the general outline of what’s going on and call or e-mail me if they want to know more. They can also check in with me when they are interested via the blog, and not feel like I am expecting a response.
Katherine is home now and is on the case. She’s on the internet, reading aloud to me about endometrial cancer. I’m hoping she is skipping the bad parts. Uh oh. Common treatment is radiation therapy, which necessitates abstinence. Don’t know if I want to go that far. Upside: loss of appetite. Hmmm. Maybe I could come out of this a size-8.
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- Author : dangerblond
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