I've been wallowing in the sadness that I'm not naturally inclined to perform the tasks required for my job and how it feels like one long torturous neverending semester of calculus, during which all the other students grasp the concepts immediately and I'm furiously trying to keep up (Ale, remember the nightmare that was Enriched Physics in high school?) or at least fake like I understand until the test, but in this case there is no test because it is Real Life.
Then Jon tells me his instructor (who beat breast cancer) found out that her cancer is back.
Now I feel like a selfish jerk for whining about my stupid problems. Because, jeeze, shut up, Cadiz.
sometimes prayers trump privacy, mom
In which my mom gets cancer cut out. And it has stayed out, thank God.