Well, we are still waiting. We haven't gotten a call from the doctor today, and seeing that it's now "quitting time" for the work day I guess we'll have to wait until tomorrow. I think the plan is to call first thing so maybe we will at least hear something back by the evening. In the meantime I am sticking with the same no-news-is-good-news philosophy. Surely if something was wrong or I had an alien bursting out of my liver (which I suppose would also fall under the category of just general "wrong") they would have let me know by now.
So until tomorrow let's distract ourselves (or at least I can distract myself) with Mexican food, textbooks, and Arrested Development dvds. I'm not quite so keen on the textbooks of it all, but they certainly are distracting. Considering I need to read about four full texts to prepare for my Dec. 14th final (big heavy textbooks), and that is in addition to all of the supplementary articles and whatnots. The one coming up on December 9th won't be nearly as painful, but I still have a lot to do to prepare for that one as well. So I am going to eat my yummy dinner (helllloooooo La Paz) and crack the books, which will likely lull me into a peaceful sleep. Until tomorrow, I suggest you all kick back, watch some quality television, and start looking forward to your weekend. Friday is practically here!
C
Welcome to my life...
Hello, kind reader, and thanks for coming! You are probably reading this because you fall into one of the following categories:
1. My family
2. My near and dear friends
3. You accidentally typed in the wrong URL
But if, by chance you are not a part of one of those categories I hope you will still take a minute to read some of my posts. What I'm all about is cancer, particularly adolescent cancer. I had it, I owned it, I beat it, and here I am today. I am now getting my doctorate doing research with adolescent cancer patients and survivors. I came out okay on the other end of something awful, and now I want to make a difference by helping others. The way I see it, it's all about support--helping each other, seeing that someone has been there and made it. When I was 16 I felt completely alone, and I don't want others to feel that way. My idea is that maybe we can help each other by talking and sharing our stories. So here are some of mine...
Casey
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