Like Rats Off a Wallowing Ship

I'm not going to up and run away to Dreamwidth (although I do have an account there) just because LJ got hit with a virus and it has been affecting them intermittently for the last, what, week? Less? Do these things not happen to everyone once in a while? And isn't it being dealt with?

Good gravy.

PANIC! OMG! PANIC!

*rolls eyes*

I know, I know - some of you are insulted. But this 'we must panic and move' thing just seems to go around a couple of times a year. So now, what? Sit down at the computer, read LJ, read Dreamwidth, read Facebook - all just to keep up with the folks I've learned to love to read about back when were were all just on LJ. And some of them I followed from another online blogging service when it started having problems.

It is to sigh.

And in the real news (mine, anyway)

I did not qualify for the study. Why? Because the test on my mitotic rate indicated an even lower score than the one done post-op. OHSU says my rate is 1/50. That is fabulous. It moves me into "moderate risk" of a resurgence of tumors, and the latest information about the treatment is that I should be able to control that with my soon-to-be new daily dose of medicine.

I'll still have to do CT scans every three months and all the bloodwork and such. Tomorrow I see my oncologist and start - finally, finally, I'll be in treatment.

In other news, my new Nook arrived, I changed out the memory card to a larger one, bought a set of "The Works of Louisa may Alcott" and now... I'm going to bed. Because even though I DID get 8 hours of sleep last night followed by a 4-hour nap after my test-news this afternoon, the reduction of stress and worry is such that all the sleep I missed over the last two weeks is demanding its turn now. Or so I think. Why else would I be sleepy after getting 12, twelve, hours of sleep?

I'm so relieved.