Good and bad news
An emotional day for me. First (actually second chronologically), I get a call from my chair asking me to switch my schedule, giving me three preps again. I told her I'd be happy to help out, and she promised to give me a nice schedule in the fall. Which means that I actually will be here in the fall. I'll get to live in the same place for four years.
I also saw on Facebook that a friend of mine, who has been battling colon cancer for around three years, has been given four months to live. He's part of a family that more or less adopted me while I was in Gwyntarian (Akron/Kent). This is devastating, both for him and his family. Since I hadn't heard anything in a while, I naively assumed his health was at least static. But as his daughter said, sometimes no news is not good news. This actually makes me feel guilty at my relief that my own cancer has not returned. Others aren't so lucky.
So while good things are happening for me, bad things are happening for others. Cancer really, really sucks.
I also saw on Facebook that a friend of mine, who has been battling colon cancer for around three years, has been given four months to live. He's part of a family that more or less adopted me while I was in Gwyntarian (Akron/Kent). This is devastating, both for him and his family. Since I hadn't heard anything in a while, I naively assumed his health was at least static. But as his daughter said, sometimes no news is not good news. This actually makes me feel guilty at my relief that my own cancer has not returned. Others aren't so lucky.
So while good things are happening for me, bad things are happening for others. Cancer really, really sucks.