imaginarycircus

The woman in the office at the hospital didn't believe me when I said I had my last mammogram 19 years ago, but it's true. I was 19. I had a benign tumor. They took it out.

The smashing was fine. It was quick and I didn't pass out. Now, I'm busy filling out forms for the geneticist. I've been avoiding all this cancer prevention stuff for years. I don't know why. It's so much fun.

I spent a long time today thinking about space-time and relativity and then realized that magic kind of breaks a lot of those rules. I just don't know how to reconcile the magic in, say, Harry Potter with the conservation of matter. But isn't that kind of like asking, "When The Doctor goes inside the Tardis, where does he go?" Of course I'm not working with the sort of magic that happens in Harry Potter in my novel. It's the sort of magic that happens when you piss an ancient Greek goddess off and she turns you into a monster, which technically is a kind of transfiguration? I don't know.

Brother-in-law who has brain cancer had an MRI today and the results were not very encouraging. He was diagnosed with a stage IV malignant glioblastoma and had surgery, radiation, and chemo back in June. We're not sure what the next step is--I think he has to decide if he wants to try an experimental treatment at NIH or continue fighting here at Beth Israel in Boston.

He is going to sell his house and his business because we all know it is probably just a matter of time.

I think its time for hot chocolate with bourbon.