Thanks For Listening

Kage Baker, being a very modest lady as well as a generally private person, tended to keep her illnesses to herself. Whether that was a sinus headache or the undifferentiated carcinosarcoma (Rare. Fast. Deadly.) that killed her, she just preferred not to broadcast the information.

Kage always did feel that the most elegant fashion choice was invisibility.

Not being anywhere near as modest as my sister, I’ve never especially hidden it when there was something wrong with me. If I have a headache, I say so: bum some pain pills off someone, warn everyone to let me sleep, and curl up until I feel better. If I develop heart disease, I tell people why I no longer sprint from place to place and tend to pant a lot … just to be pro-actively polite, you now? Because being asked if you have rabies can be so awkward.

And now, it appears I too have endometrial cancer. And the Universe scores again! Quite aside from having all the modesty taboos of a nautch dancer, I am possessed of an overwhelming urge to stand in a high place and scream at the sky: How dare you? This is freaking outrageous!

Which it is. But all of you, Dear Readers, have been very kind and patient about this absurd current adventure; and I am grateful. So very grateful, to all of you. Thanks for listening, thanks for the splendid advice (Lots of it. Good, practical stuff, too. And I can use all of it.), thanks for the solid support. Thanks for laughing at the bad jokes; with crap like this, you just gotta laugh.

Please be assured I am hounding my doctor for information and speed. The purely practical aspects of bloggery here have not been assisted by my desktop developing its own mysterious disease this week, but it is now in the CPU clinic and I have hooked up Kage’s dear little Buke, so I can peck out the daily writing I need to do. Getting a daily schedule back on some kind of track is a great help.

So, there we are. Back to some kind of normal, now; less time spent running around in circles howling out lines from Shakespeare … besides, I always get Lear confused with Merry Wives, and end up seguing from “Blow wind and crack your cheeks…” straight into “Let it rain ringadillos ….”

Which, unless they are chocolate-coated, are of no use to me right now. But chocolate, now … hmmm, yes.Time to go top up on selected antioxidants, I think.

About Kate

I am Kage Baker's sister. Kage was/is a well-known science fiction writer, who died on January 31, 2010. She told me to keep her work going - I'm doing that. This blog will document the process.
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27 Responses to Thanks For Listening

  1. Oh, Kate! Damn it, we know the Universe isn’t fair, but does it have to make such a point of demonstrating it?


  2. Kate says:

    Kage used to say: “Worse thing happen at sea.” Even she wasn’t sure what the hell that meant, but she thought it sounded sort of neat.


  3. Tom says:

    So the lines are drawn, and we stand with you.


  4. Marc Bailey says:

    merde… Add my best thoughts to the basket.


  5. Jennifer says:

    Good heavens. Thoughts and prayers headed your way; I enjoy your written words as much as I ever did your sister’s, and I hope to read many, many more of them.


  6. Carol Light says:

    Kathleen, howl you should — this is bad luck, insulting, inexplicable, rage-worthy, and just an all around bummer. I hope you know that there are supporters out here in the Aether, on your side, in your corner, and willing to stand with you as the battle commences.

    Your intelligence, your sense of humor and wonder, and your curiosity are all assets and there is a cadre of YOUR fans out here willing to help, cheer, commiserate, or join you in screaming at the Universe: no fair.

    It isn’t, but we know you will stay strong!



  7. Please keep us posted as you work through this. We’ll be there for whatever you need.


  8. catharoo says:

    Sweet mother of pearl that is one completely not funny joke Mother Nature is playing on you. My candles burn for your health and well being and that of your family Have a safe surgery and may treatment be swift and successful.


    • Kate says:

      Believe you me, folks – I am moving on this fast, it’s been caught really, really early, and I shall prevail. I have a very nice, very bright doctor too, and am feeling confident about the future. Also, I am one mean nasty old lady and have no intention of losing another game to this.


      • JoyJoy says:

        I read a line of a Peter S. Beagle novel (“Tamsin”) tonight, that suits this Howl-worthy sitch:

        “There’s a line in the Bible about perfect love casting out fear. That I don’t know about, but orneriness will definitely do it every time.”


  9. Medrith says:

    I think you’ve caught yours much earlier than Kage’s. Praying hard for you.


  10. mattmarovich says:

    Oh, mom. 8(
    Please tell me you will be there this Dickens. Michelle and I very much want you to meet Connor.


    • Kate says:

      Matt, I will be there for Dickens. No fooling, no prevarication. I am determined to be there,and I will be. Whatever surgery is needed should be done by then, and I even have a spare driver set up. I really, really want to meet Connor!



  11. Luisa Puig says:

    Toss the plumbing, indeed! Traitorous uterus and/or endometrial tissue; bad, Bad, BAD cancer cells. Go away and leave Kathleen alone.

    God bless you, Kathleen, for having both gumption (sp?) and a good sense of humor. Mumzy always used to say, “Well, you can either laugh about it, or scream about it. Quite frankly, the neighbors prefer laughter.”

    I’m tuning up my ultra-white-light psychic generator to blast as much healing energy that I can muster down to you, M’Dear.

    Please keep writing, even blither or outright rants. We, your Loyal Readers, are hear to listen, absorb, and reflect good vibes to you.

    (((Hugs))) and see you at Dickens Faire, ‘fer sure!


  12. Laurie says:

    You can beat this, Kate. Stay positive.


  13. Widdershins says:

    I second all the above sentiments …

    Let’s face no-one gets out alive, however, we all expect you to go out when your temporal age is in triple digits … nothing less will do!


  14. Margaret says:

    I’m so sad to hear of the bad diagnosis. Yes, rage is indeed appropriate and somehow helpful. If the prayers and good wishes of the many out here can avail anythng, crossed with your determination, you’ll come through to delight us with much more writing from you and Kage. I am best-wishing for you like crazy.

    From a day-to-day perspective, you probably already know to take good notes at all your doctor visits. I found that this came in very handy when the staff at one doctor’s had neglected to forward the surgery and test resuts to the next one, with whom THEY had made the appointment. I figured they were graduates of those annoying Kaplan College ads on the telly.


  15. Kathleen, I am available every day for driving to and from, or hand holding, or cannon aiming, or forehead stroking or foot rubbing or anything else you might need. I’m not in the least intimidated by the medical industry, I’ve spent my entire life around or working in it. If you need me, call or have your family call.



  16. All I can think of to do is to hold you in my mind, and think well for you. I hope it helps.


  17. Rachel says:

    The Universe is just not as funny as it thinks it is.

    If healing thoughts and indignance have any effect on cancer, I should think we’ll have you recovered in no time.


  18. PJ says:

    I’ll be praying and thinking good thoughts. Onward to victory over evil cancerous plots!


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