bardic_lady: (epilogue)
My uncle's cancer is back. Too much for surgery, so it's to be chemo again.
bardic_lady: (alia - waiting)
Adopt one today!
Inverna Arach


Turns out sleigh bells require more wrist strength to play than I thought.

My uncle's lung surgery revealed that the tumor is almost definitely NOT cancerous! *cue trumpets and cheering*

Ummm... My brother's been stuck at PDX for about seven hours due to weather conditions and the Southwest de-icing machine breaking down, which means that my dad and I spent about an hour in the PCU lobby at UCIMC with three different cell phones trying to make sure that he would get home tonight. He's scheduled to board sometime around now and should be in Ontario at 1am. Whoohoo!

I'm going to sit here for a while and wait to wake up my parents so we can go get my brother...

Your result for The Steampunk Style Test...

The Aristocrat

64% Elegant, 28% Technological, 27% Historical, 40% Adventurous and 40% Playful!

You are the Aristocrat, the embodiment of steampunk elegance and poise. For you, dressing steampunk is first and foremost about simply looking good, with accessories and details to follow. However, this does not mean that you ignore the demands of creating a “steampunk look.” Your outfits weave together a balance between technology and style, and between period accuracy and beautiful anachronism. While your fashion inspiration may come from anywhere across the Victorian social spectrum, you always find a way to make your outfit beautiful. You will probably be found in the clothes of the steam age elite simply because of the greater elegance available to them. Chances are you dress this way because you like it, and you would still dress in this manner even if steampunk was not a popular interest.

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bardic_lady: (starbuck - face in the crowd)
Lords. Katee Sackhoff was apparently diagnosed with thyroid cancer right after BSG wrapped. I'm shocked.

In similar, but unrelated news, I realize I haven't posted here about the fact that my uncle found out about two weeks ago that his bone marrow cancer metastasized to his lungs. He's having surgery on the 18th and then goes back into chemo. This happened to my aunt (his wife) and it went straight from her lungs to her brain. Cancer is so fucking scary I can't even wrap my mind around it.
bardic_lady: (mourn)
Dear Friends,

Annette M Pillow, technical director and all around fantastic person, passed away yesterday morning of cancer. She will be deeply, deeply missed.
bardic_lady: (midsummer - take pains)
One hour till presentation. We're sold out. I'm really excited and (*knock wood*) not really nervous at all. I know I know what I'm talking about here, so as long as words don't desert me, I should be fine.

My uncle has started four days of chemo.

I need to call Annette.
bardic_lady: (mourn)
In the words of [ profile] corchen, it never rains but it pours.

A dear friend of mine's father committed suicide today. Please send your love and good wishes in her direction.

Also, if any of you are members of prayer groups, please add Larry Dickson to your lists. Thank you.
bardic_lady: (tear)
*Hits the wall sooner than originally expected. Cries*

I don't want anyone else to die of cancer. It's not right.
bardic_lady: (glinda after wicked)
Probably shouldn't have watched that episode of House. Makes me think more than...well, a lot. About bravery. About what cancer is. About the future. About my grandmother, my aunt, my great aunt. About me and my future. It's gonna be a tough thing to shake off tonight.

My housemate left early yesterday morning and hasn't come back yet. I can't decide how I feel about that.
bardic_lady: (indulgence)

Crashed early last night, oops. On the other hand, had to be up and functional at 9, so that was probably okay.

Was supposed to get to go swimming today, but apparently the pool is closed this first week. Poop. Why?

So, instead, lunch on-campus (yes, [ profile] just_danceit, I am eating. Tamale, beans and corn, and fries. Satisfied?) while waiting for my 4:30 meeting.

I'm very interested in the debate raging across my flist at the moment. Especially the fact that the debate started in Britain not the US. So, what do you all think of this?

Also, the words "cervical cancer vaccine" nearly made me cry. Cancer vaccine. It's important.

::edit:: 4:30 meeting cancelled. Phooey.
bardic_lady: (light ring)
A new header, in honour of my aunt:

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bardic_lady: (vengeance)
Pissed as all hell right now, no one wants to get in my way for at least the next twenty minutes because I make no promises about my behavior. Not only is Food and Culture pointless and stupid, it's offensive. We were dealing with DES and cancer today. Y'all know where I am in the scheme of cancer-related things right now. So, having hick idiot clASSmate #1 going "Well, we don't know it causes cancer, I'd have to see the tumor, and it better be a big tumor" does not leave me in a happy place. Having the entire class, professors included, laugh like this is the funniest thing anyone's ever said leaves me in the Kill-Maim-Destroy place. Is asking for low-level sensitivity really so much to ask?

In a couple hours, I'll be reasonable again and understand that they don't have first hand knowledge of this kind of thing and they don't really understand the kind of impact that sort of thing has and I'll get over it. Right now though, I'm going to be pissed as all frakking hell.
bardic_lady: (particular star)
In continuation of the earlier post, I'd really appreciate it if you would spread the request for angels around, I want to be able to send a huge bunch of angels to her. Thank you all.
bardic_lady: (rain)
I just spent almost an hour on the phone with my parents. It was nice, 'cause I got to catch my mum up on Kate and stuff like that. Less good, 'cause my aunt got her chest x-rays back and it's not good...
bardic_lady: (mourn)
My aunt couldn't even make it up the stairs in her house yesterday and she had another chemo today. Annette was really sick today and she has another chemo tomorrow. I don't want to lose them.

January 2015



I Cannot Hide What I Am

I must be sad when I have cause and smile
at no man's jests, eat when I have stomach and wait
for no man's leisure, sleep when I am drowsy and
tend on no man's business, laugh when I am merry and
claw no man in his humour...
I had rather be a canker in a hedge than a rose in
his grace, and it better fits my blood to be
disdained of all than to fashion a carriage to rob
love from any: in this, though I cannot be said to
be a flattering honest man, it must not be denied
but I am a plain-dealing villain. I am trusted with
a muzzle and enfranchised with a clog; therefore I
have decreed not to sing in my cage. If I had my
mouth, I would bite; if I had my liberty, I would do
my liking: in the meantime let me be that I am and
seek not to alter me.

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