
I avoided it all day. The doctors at
Johns Hopkins had told me that they wouldn't have the results of my biopsys until Monday - but I avoided calling until late in the day. And, since denial is not just a river in Egypt they told me the bad news - its cancer and its spread.
There was a lot of yadda yadda about treatments and clinical trials, but I just climbed into bed and put the covers over my head. I gave myself 2 and a half hours (til 8pm EST) to feel sorry for myself because the "
Community" marathon was coming on NBC. I did tell relatives - and they blew up my phone. I figure this time I'll try a blog.....

My sister in law, who has also had health issues at Johns Hopkins, says you go from "Good Patient" to "bad patient" real fast. The "
Good Patient" waits patiently for every test and endures every needle, hoping that someone, anyone, can tell her what's wrong. The "
Bad Patient" wonders why the fuck someone has to wake you at 3am to take a temperature!