A little late

My oncologist's nurse just called to tell me to get off birth control. Duh.com Old news. I cannot believe I have an oncologist. Weird.

I hope to see everyone soon but am very overwhelmed by being the center of attention. Normally I'd be telling dirty jokes at the center of attention and not answering questions about biopsies and being open to hugs and well wishes. It'd odd being temporarily, possibly and awkwardly ill. But not.
Well, I do have a tumor. It's not like it flew south for the winter. Not yet but hopefully. Winter being the rest of my life.

I desperately want all of this behind me. I desperately do not want to get knocked up while waiting for this tumor to shrink.

I don't think I've ever been this desperate. How can anyone live here? Ugh.

There seriously is nothing else going on in my life. I'm consumed by the awareness of my liver. Turns out it likes rum and whiskey but isn't too fond of vino verde. How can it dislike wine? It better wise up soon. I'm thirsty.