today was a good day ( Read more... )

my dad called last night, saying he 'had some news about his health'.

he was diagnosed with stage three cancer in his tonsils. they just found it. he will be starting radiation therapy in a few weeks, lasting for a month and a half i believe.

this journal is probably gonna go back to being the biggest bummer on your friends list.

all is well with carlo's liver. i've been head-spinningly busy, which is quite good. i just woke up and am drinking a tiny cup of tea, despite the fact that i really ache for a syrupy thick coffee.

no coffee today because this evening i'm going to be doing another
microdermal tonight, and caffeine in any significant amount will give me good ol ( Read more... )

and i exhale.

carlo's blood came back, and it looks good. platelets are back to normal. that blip was worrying, and continues to itch at me, but it has to fall away to the same section of my brain reserved for all of my other worries.

i'm making soup. nesting a little. tam's coming over.

is it possible i spoke/wrote too soon ( Read more... )

i don't know if i mentioned this to anyone, but carlo got a call about four days ago. his nurse informed him that his liver enzyme levels were 'almost normal ( Read more... )

i am melancholy and i suspect it is because i'm getting a cold. tonight is magnetic fields, black-red pomegranate juice, steel-cut oatmeal on the stove for tomorrow. it's me sitting in my apartment, blowing off a couple of people, and painting watercolours.

i need to find a way to move to california. any suggestions?

so i'm a piercer, and i work down the road from a really big mall in laval. i just pierced one of santa's elves, she dropped in on her lunch break. little red and white outfit with furry booties and all. as she left she wished me 'joyeux fetes', albeit a little thickly, given the whole freshly pierced tongue.

iiiiit's a downswing. i can't get my head right, i'm flattening out under this incredible crushing feeling of failure and guilt. wake up each morning with failure and guilt in my chest. it's brutal, truth be told. thinking of slinking home to my mother's house to sit on the couch for a while ( Read more... )

so i'm finally starting to feel good again. it's like a thaw, things are coming slowly, and i've not really got as firm a hold on 'happy' as i'd like, but i'm keeping engagements, going out, starting projects, saving money, cleaning my apartment, cooking lush vegan food and sharing it with friends, working out, walking places just to see what the ( Read more... )