the choir sings...

[saturn]

pun wrote a fabulous House/Wilson essay for ship_manifesto. It's set up as a patient file and it's spot on. You can find it here.

I also forwarded it on to my mother with the following note: "I found this link. I dare you to read it and not BELIEVE that House & Wilson are destined for each other. (And, um, also that I'm not the only crazy one who thinks so.)"

It's the boldest step I've taken in revealing my on-line life to my mother. I'm not comfortable sharing my actual journal but maybe she's an unknowing slasher and just needs a push in the right direction.

My mom was suppose to start chemo today but her white count was too low so she got a shot to boost production, will get another one tomorrow, and then goes back to try again on Friday (following a procedure to enter a semi-permanent port that will prevent them from hunting for veins each time but will force her to walk around with a port in her chest). I also learned that, once chemo is through in the fall, she needs another round of radiation. This shit is a bitch but you do what you have to do. I only hope that, if I ever face something like this, I can do it with her grace.