The last few weeks have been very difficult for me.

I have, no doubt, alienated some friends, and have been generally hard to get along with. I know that my health issues are certainly a big part of this. Not knowing exactly what's going on with my health is preying on my mind. Additionally, there is some pain associated with what's going on, and that makes me irritable as well.

There are some personal issues as well, which will remain unnamed. All of this has led to strained relations with my housemate and best friend, Tina. I've also managed to place a barrier between me and my Goddaughter... the light of my life... my little girl. Well, not so little anymore.e She's 17 and driving, but still...

I am scheduled into the Buffalo VA hospital on Friday the 26th for further testing and diagnoses. I know that most of my irritability is coming from the not knowing, but knowing that doesn't help. I will be taking my laptop and cell phone with me to the hospital, although as far as I know, there is no public wireless network there for me to use. I've loaded dozens of stories onto my laptop so, if I can't get online, I'll at least be able to have something to read. I'll call a couple of people on the cell, to let them know what's happening, and they, in turn, will let you all know how I'm doing and what's being done.

I appreciate the well wishes I received fro you all when I first mentioned my health issues, and I hope you will all keep me in your prayers and good thoughts as I find out more. Hopefully it's something simple that can be resolved by a simple *snip, snip.* My doctor here at the local VA clinic has recommended removal of the offending pieces of useless flesh between my legs, since it seems that at least one of them is directly or indirectly involved in my current problem, and the other one is in not great shape.

The best I can hope for is a simple removal of both of them. I don't like to think of the worst. I've been on HRT for ten years, including T-blockers, and that's known to be a contributing factor in the development of testicular cancer.

Anyway, I will let you all know, one way or another, after Friday the 26th, what the doctors want to do, treatment-wise. I'm sorry if this blog seems impersonal, but the only way I can deal with everything is to depersonalize it all.

Thank you, my friends, for your patience and good wishes. I love you all.

Scared as hell,
Catherine Linda Michel

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