Thanks to the New Job Friday went by with a boyfriend I couldn't see and two parties I couldn't go to. On the up-side, Matt and I drove to Atlanta yesterday to stay the night at my sister's. My dad and stepmom drove down too, and my uncle and aunt, both artists, were doing a show in Marietta and stopped by for dinner. I always love spending time with my family because we all get along amazingly well and listening to my dad and uncles rag on each other is always hilarious. Everyone's also welcomed Matt into the family even more than I ever imagined, something I'll always be incredibly grateful for. I know that with many families something like that is definitely the exception and not the rule.

This morning at lunch I had a reocurrance of that strange, glittering vision loss that happened July 29th. I'm expecting the worst, naturally, but it's not like I don't have any basis to. Without treatment, the type of testicular cancer I had systematically spreads to the lymph nodes, then the lungs and ultimately the brain. After the first few surgeries over the summer I started getting those horrible pains in my abdomen in October, and they then discovered that it'd spread to the first two. Problem is, I don't think I've had any kind of scan of my brain to check for it there. I hate to sound like a pessimist, or a hypochondriac, or a pessimistic hypochondriac, but as much as I'd love to think this is a harmless little fluke, I'd rather not set myself up for any kind of fall. Look at my track record: I've had shingles, mono, cancer and a broken back, and that's all just in the past few years. I plan to see my pals at the Health Center early this week to try to get some answers, and it's been a while since I went by to say hi to them anyway. They've kind of become my surrogate family here, strange as it sounds.

As for right now, it is very late and I am very tired.