Cancer, hot damn! Good news is relative, eh?

[icarus]

Boy, everything's relative, isn't it? We practically had a party yesterday.

"Yay! Only three mutating cancerous growths -- and Hooray! -- Only one major organ is being operated on! She's not going to be gutted like a Thanksgiving turkey!" Jigity-jig! Hot damn, cue the band.

Of course, in his call last night WG brought up a mood-drenching and cynical thought that got him squawked at by mom. WG is not what anyone would call optimistic and hopeful by nature, nor has he ever had tact. Which is great when you're heartily sick of the candied B.S. the Buddhist world has in such great supply, but not so good when you're trying to keep your spirits up. As I've told him in the past, desperately pleading:

"Don't comfort me! You're awful at it and you're making it worse! Please, please, stop digging." (Alas, WG also has the habit of stubbornly continuing to talk about the same deadly subject to defend it and his reasons for bringing it up.)

He's the sort that when you're worried about the grade on one paper, he'll say, "Look at this way, honey. If you flunk out of school at least you can still get a job as a secretary." Yes. Not the soul of tact.

My English 197 (yes, the benighted retread of ENG 102 that I must do as a pre-req) teacher has given me a couple of extra days to turn in my Hawthorne paper. Which is good, because I've been able to do passive things this week... sit in lecture... read ahead in my homework... edit papers... but I have not been able to do output at all.

But now that we have some mediocre trace of barely good news, I feel energized. *rolls eyes*

Projects on the platter:

- catch up on Indian Socio-Geography reading (this weekend?)
- prepare for presentation group meeting this afternoon
- write that bloody Hawthorne paper
- rewrite outline of the Skating!fic, or else randomly post next part, shamelessly disregarding any rhyme or reason to the story
- write the next part of that detailed John/Rodney "Last Port Of Call"
- write that "how badly can John screw up?" story
- sign up for the Jack/Daniel fic-a-thon, but Christ in a bucket, the deadline is the middle of finals
- other

Comments

[lillian78.livejournal.com]

WG sounds an awful like one of my brothers. Heart of gold mind you but cannot (or will not) remove foot from mouth. Sometimes it just zaps straight from brain to mouth. I'm glad she's working with the positives because that's really what you need to fight with even if the positives are very small. *hugs*

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

He wasn't too pleased with me when he read this, so I'm going to lock it. "But... you make me sound like a tactless jerk."

Yeah, I guess this kinda does. He is a considerate sweetie, just a little too honest sometimes.

Icarus

[dipping_sauce]

Alas, WG also has the habit of stubbornly continuing to talk about the same deadly subject to defend it and his reasons for bringing it up.

... Have you tried using duct tape?

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

He wasn't too happy with me when he read this, so I'm gonna lock it. "Honey...," WG looks distressed, "You make me sound like an inconsiderate jerk." All right, it kinda does. He is a sweetie, that just wasn't one of his better moments.

Icarus

[venivincere]

I'm sending good thoughts and prayers your way. Please pass them out when they get there. *hugs you both*

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

Thank you. *hands out the hugs and prayers, though I'm having a devil of a time sorting them* ;)

Icarus

[electricandroid.livejournal.com]

Hey, three tumours and one organ is a hell of a lot better than you were expecting, so you've a right to be happy its not everywhere. So while it may not be perfectly brilliant, its not as bad as it could be. Nothing wrong with being happy about that. You guys are in my thoughts.

(PS. Skating Fic! Woo! Woo! Woo! (now that I've seen SGA I have a horrible and much greater appreciation for your genius))

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

Hey, three tumours and one organ is a hell of a lot better than you were expecting

You're right, come to think of it.

(PS. Skating Fic! Woo! Woo! Woo! (now that I've seen SGA I have a horrible and much greater appreciation for your genius))

Oh! You're reading the skating fic now? Cool! I have to write the next part and redo the outline this weekend. I'm soooo going to play today.

Icarus

[raveninthewind.livejournal.com]

I'm glad the news isn't worse. It's never easy to deal with bad news, but maybe WG can vent to you instead of to his mom?

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

What? Venting? No, he never vents. Never, ever. I've never seen it.

He was being helpful. "What we can do to keep dad active when...." He forgets that most people aren't 'worst case scenario' planners and prefer to look on the bright side.

Icarus

[raveninthewind.livejournal.com]

AH. I guess that was the wrong word.

Hmm. It is a dilemma.

::uses Eeyore icon::

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

He's the family black sheep, or blue collar sheep I should call it.

They're all Republicans, he's the Democrat; they have money (oh, he grew up so pampered, someday I'll tell you the strawberry story), he's always scraing by on the bare minium; they have "careers" and "stock portfolios," and he basically has nothing but his car and his outdoor gear and seems perfectly content.

They love him but they don't understand him, and the only one he's really close to is his mom. He's the baby and she loves him the most. Though really, he's so wide-eyed and pleased with life that he's easy to spoil.

But it's touchy with his family because the misunderstandings between him and them crop up pretty easily.

Icarus