RoCkInG The Boat!

		Monday, May 19, 2008
		Sun So Hot I Froze To Death In typical Seattle fashion, I joined The Masses this weekend for our annual ritual of "Completely-Overdo-The-First-Nice-Day-Of-Exceptional-Spring-Weather-Until-You-Look-Like-An-Ad-For-A-'Red Lobster Restaurant' Day". Four hours of yardwork on Saturday, followed by a couple hours of afternoon somnolence on Sunday (when things were cooler than our record-smashing 88 degrees the previous day) made for only slighty crispy neck-and-shoulders - and yes, I did slather on some SPF 15 both days. Given all the recent discussions of "teh Cancers", I suppose I should have upped that that by another 15 points, but on the other hand, we're already reverting back to a more typical "cloudy, wet, temps in the upper 50's" weather pattern for the next several days, so it's not like I'm going to be the opportunity to over-indulge more than I have already. Speaking of the dreaded "C-word", my friend Brynn goes in for surgery tomorrow morning. This means, she's gone from initial diagnosis to removal of the tumor in slightly more than two and a-half weeks; probably some sort of record in oncological circles, but you have to know Brynn. This is a woman for whom the word "organized" only barely scratches the surface. Give her a task or project and she'll research it until the cows come home, lay out several plans-of-action all based on different scenarios and plausible outcomes, and perform risk-benefit assessments and analyses like nobody's business. In short, nobody who knows her is in the least bit surprised by this rapid sequence of events. And the best news is that the battery of tests, evaluations, scans, biopsies, et al, seem to indicate that she's got a good chance of smacking this down in fairly short-order, which is double-plus good, seeing as she's got a wedding coming up in about a month, then a move half-way across the country - and that's before she even starts with the obligatory chemo/radiation therapy to really put the kibosh on things. But, like, no stress or anything. Labels: cancer, Weather Posted byCOMTE on 12:17 PM

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