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!