It's auction week, and as usual we're down to the wire with our work, the PowerPoint presentation, the script and the auctioneer's cards. Add personnel reviews, Nominating Committee interviews and the dreaded office move, and it adds up to my life right now. I did get two huge boxes of stuff here at home ready for the shredder . . . receipts and check stubs for a couple decades. And we took two loads to the Goodwill yesterday, too. Plus we sat with Sue while she had her ultra-sound, after her second mammogram showed a growth in her breast. The final decision was: cyst.
I tried to read, but I couldn't get my mind off the women who kept coming in and out in the 'colorful' tunics they wear for the exams. The Japanese woman who needed a translator and the one who was there when we came in and when we left remain in my thoughts. Both looked frightened and powerless, like we're all pretty much powerless against cancer.
But then I had a meeting tonight with Gail, who apologized for being red in the face after yesterday's chemo. She's survived with ovarian cancer for almost a decade. Maybe we're not all that powerless.
Charlie is doing *all the work* at our Public Enemies community, which is less of a community than a depository for info. I have things I want to post there, but I just haven't gotten around to it (much less finishing my follow-ups to 'Jayee' or 'Stubborn' . . .)
So, in other words, everything's normal here.