Good news for people who love bad news

[constance]

After spending a relatively painless couple of hours down at my local department of labor (where I saw one of my former coworkers), I am now part of the problem and not the solution. Yes, for the first time ever, I'm collecting unemployment, and it feels a little icky, sure, but I'll be able to pay my bills; and it seems a small price to pay, ye olde job-hunt patronage for the privilege of, like, keeping my house. With a little judicious pruning, and some creative grocery planning, I should be able to manage without trouble.

And that's not even the best thing about today. I went with my mother to her latest doctor's appointment, and NO MASTECTOMY. Just some new medications, and off the estrogen, and lots of soy, and with any luck, she will be like one of the women in the trials who went from having surgery every year to no surgery at all in six years. So, GOOD NEWS. Just hearing the oncologist's gasp of appalled consternation when my mother mentioned the dreaded M-word was worth the price of the copay.

I'm feeling pretty cheerful right now, all things considered. I'm more-or-less on a shoestring budget, but financially secure for the moment. I got to sleep to 9:00 this morning. Friends and former coworkers are coming through to offer up recommendations and job leads. My dogs don't know what to do, they're so excited to have me home. And no mastectomy!

Comments

[laurelwood.livejournal.com]

Heh- you know, I do occasionally reuse the gallon-sized ziplock bags, but I've never taken it to the point of doing restorative surgery. :D

Also, I thought my friends and I were pretty creative with our make-believe games, but the hollowed-out rabbit pellet trumps anything we ever came up with! I wish I'd had more childhood friends like you; so few of them eschewed the kickball games and playground gymnastics in favor of really good imaginative play!

[tofty.livejournal.com]

I reuse them too! Not the ones that held meat, though. And not until they've got to have repairs made.

We should have lived in the same neighborhood as kids, Laurel. My childhood rocked because I had S--we just sparked ideas off each other and went along with each other's eccentric games--and I feel that you'd have been a perfect co-instigator!