FUCK. GODDAMNIT.
I just got a hell of a phone call. Well, the initial pathology stain they took right away was wrong. But not in the good way. Oh, no, I still have cancer. I just don't have Hodgkins. I have another kind, possibly of a far scarier version, because it started somewhere else and has metastisized to the lymph nodes. It's somewhere in my body right now and they don't know where, and they don't know what. They just know it's SPREAD.
That good mood of mine? Fucking gone. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.
I just got a hell of a phone call. Well, the initial pathology stain they took right away was wrong. But not in the good way. Oh, no, I still have cancer. I just don't have Hodgkins. I have another kind, possibly of a far scarier version, because it started somewhere else and has metastisized to the lymph nodes. It's somewhere in my body right now and they don't know where, and they don't know what. They just know it's SPREAD.
That good mood of mine? Fucking gone. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.