Kage Baker disliked broadcasting her health conditions. She wasn’t one to actually tell you what was going on when you asked her how she was. And as she often quoted Arthur Guitarman: “Don’t tell your friends about your indigestion. ‘How are you?’ is a greeting, not a question.”
That endeared her to a lot of people. It also shortened her life. If she’d complained earlier, or at least hinted something to me, I’d have dragged her to the doctor much sooner.
I’ve never been one to go on about my health much either; even in these latter years, when we all begin to more or less publicly decay. However, I learned my lesson from Kage. So, tomorrow I am going into the hospital for a biopsy in order to ascertain just what variety of evil is lurking in my uterus. I’m being pro-active and careful and all that Girl Guide stuff. But after what happened to Kage, this enrages me. It is nothing but Fate giving me the finger, snickering nastily in its sleeve. I refuse to be silent about it.
Mostly I just want a bit of leeway to jump and down and throw a tantrum. I’ve been doing that, and all my friends and relations have been very patient about it. I want to say thank you to all you, Dear Readers, who have put up with my carrying on and slacking off and everything else.
If you could spare a thought around 1 PM tomorrow afternoon, I’d appreciate it. And as I am a cranky old lady, a prayer for my nurses wouldn’t go amiss, either.
More news as it develops tomorrow!
Kathleen, Kage and the Company 
Kate, you might be surprised at the size of the home team stands cheering and waving “Go Kate, Beat Scuzz” banners. I know this all must be very difficult, with all the advice, clucking, and concern, but you are doing the right thing and we’re filling the air with good wishes.
My thoughts and prayers are with you.
Carol
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I add my thoughts to what Carol said. I have no advice accept tell the nurses you’re mad as hell, but intend to cooperate while cussing, and hopefully they’ll understand! I’ll start my meditation for you at 11am since undergoing all the prep work is what makes me nervous. I’m picturing a big warm area of peace, light, competance, and healing surrounding you, the medical team, and the physician.
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Throw a fit at the Universe. Just not the nurses unless they fuck up.
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We will be mindful. If all goes as currently planned, we will be on the way to Bagdad by the Bay about then. Hope you will be sufficiently improved from your ordeal, that we will see you on the weekend. Hugs and kisses.
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Best wishes, Kathleen. I’ve set my ‘electronic nag’ to buzz me at 1:00 PM so I can send some extra ‘white light & hope’ in your direction.
(((Hugs)))
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Candles will be lit for you and nurses, even one or two for the doctors.
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I am wishing you all the best in terms of pain-free procedure, careful medical persons, and no malevolent results.
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What everyone said! You throw all the fits you want…my (91-year-old and VERY cranky) mother told me years ago that she had read a study that said the grumpy patients do a lot better than the sweet, patient ones. Praying for you and for your medical team.
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My best wishes to your health, may it be good, and even more my best thoughts to you surviving the bureaucracy.
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As you well know, we hold you dear. Be well, Kathleen, be well.
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