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Quoting from Ramona's livejournal..
In other news... yesterday I visited Tanya... brought her ice cream... I'm glad to see her since I haven't in a few months. i think she looks quite good for a gimp. Yaaaay.
Thanks Ramona. The icecream was excellent.
Anyway, I have been receiving things.. the bank gave me a stuffed bunny via "March of Dimes", and the entire cast of Frasier signed a whole manilla envelope worth of photos, scripts, etc. It's quite nice, although like David says, if I hear anything from the Make A Wish Foundation, I'm going to get very concerned.
So the biopsy is still supposedly on Wednesday, and I really am not concerned about the actual procedure anymore.. the needle and organ poking that is, and although I don't especially look forward to the 24 hour hold in the hospital of lying flat on my back with a bedpan, it hasn't occured to me until recently to actually fear the results of the biopsy, and what it means. Apparently that little tissue they suck out of my backside will get me anywhere from back at school on steroids to staying right here in LA while I get me some chemotherapy. Somehow the thought of chemotherapy doesn't really bother me either, except for missing school, but maybe I'm just kidding myself. Dun dun dun.
Goddamn it, I feel like every entry I write of this is so overdramatic.
In other news... yesterday I visited Tanya... brought her ice cream... I'm glad to see her since I haven't in a few months. i think she looks quite good for a gimp. Yaaaay.
Thanks Ramona. The icecream was excellent.
Anyway, I have been receiving things.. the bank gave me a stuffed bunny via "March of Dimes", and the entire cast of Frasier signed a whole manilla envelope worth of photos, scripts, etc. It's quite nice, although like David says, if I hear anything from the Make A Wish Foundation, I'm going to get very concerned.
So the biopsy is still supposedly on Wednesday, and I really am not concerned about the actual procedure anymore.. the needle and organ poking that is, and although I don't especially look forward to the 24 hour hold in the hospital of lying flat on my back with a bedpan, it hasn't occured to me until recently to actually fear the results of the biopsy, and what it means. Apparently that little tissue they suck out of my backside will get me anywhere from back at school on steroids to staying right here in LA while I get me some chemotherapy. Somehow the thought of chemotherapy doesn't really bother me either, except for missing school, but maybe I'm just kidding myself. Dun dun dun.
Goddamn it, I feel like every entry I write of this is so overdramatic.