So I'm unemployed and our medical insurance is about to end, not to mention the other fun-n-games.
And now life really starts flinging feces.
I may have cancer, yep, the big C is a distinct possibility.
Reality hits hard when you walk into the cancer center at the hospital to talk to the specialist your GP referred you to the day before.
I'd appreciate any prayers, good vibes and what not, that this is just a scare and that biopsies come back either benign or precancerous and easily treatable.
Twenty seven years sober and if there was a quality beer, wine or spirit in front of me I'd probably drink it.
I did cook an off the cuff Fish Soup today, udon noodles in a nice rich broth with veggies, pot stickers, shrimp shumai and Japanese fish cakes.
And I'm gonna try to unwind some more tomorrow and cook something else.
And now life really starts flinging feces.
I may have cancer, yep, the big C is a distinct possibility.
Reality hits hard when you walk into the cancer center at the hospital to talk to the specialist your GP referred you to the day before.
I'd appreciate any prayers, good vibes and what not, that this is just a scare and that biopsies come back either benign or precancerous and easily treatable.
Twenty seven years sober and if there was a quality beer, wine or spirit in front of me I'd probably drink it.
I did cook an off the cuff Fish Soup today, udon noodles in a nice rich broth with veggies, pot stickers, shrimp shumai and Japanese fish cakes.
And I'm gonna try to unwind some more tomorrow and cook something else.
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