More on support

Social worker at hospital, check. Seems to have some methodology she's willing to share regarding conquering the "Damocles Syndrome" she says I have.

ihadcancer.com, check.  How did I not know about this til now? Plenty of cursing in evidence, and it's been nominated for a Webby Award for Best Online Community. Yay.

And in the spirit of an old friend's "yin-cation," in which those of us whose days and weeks are filled with nothing but going and doing and producing (yang energy) bring life back into balance by deliberately indulging the yin with sensual pleasure, beauty, relaxation, joy and rest, I did the following:

• Rather than racing home to log in and start the work day, stopped at Whole Foods after dropping 4yo at daycare for a Naked Protein drink and a new blend of coffee. Remarkable? No. Do I ever do that? No.
• Rather than filling a Thursday night with laundry and sheet-changing and washing dishes, took a peaceful bath, complete with sesame oil. Slept like a rock.
• Rather than filling a Friday night with homework and chores, fired up the grill for the first time this year -- eggplant, salmon, cherry tomatoes, grapefruit -- then got out all my oils and Ayurvedic potions and gave myself (and my mom!) a fragrant, relaxing 7-step facial.
• Rather than filling a Saturday with yard work and general house cleaning (ok, I did some of both and vaccuumed the car, sue me), created more Ayurvedic potions.

And you know ... cancer, fuck you, you fucking fuck. You were supposed to be a mere blip on my radar, not a permanent occupant of my psyche. Or my body, for that matter, but that's a whole different discussion. I plan to beat you to death, my friend. No pink ribbons, no "survivorship" BS... I want you out of my psyche. Bring it.