Skye has thyroid cancer.
And you know what they say about cancer.
It’s the growth of malignant cells and an astrological sign.
(Hey, not all sayings can be winners.)
It also means quite a few doctor appointments.
That’s where I come in.
And not just because I love stealing magazines.
(As it happens, I’m actually morally opposed to magazine theft.)
(It’s mean and wrong and leads to boring waiting rooms.)
(And that’s why I’d like to take this time to apologize for, well, a couple of Entertainment Weekly incidents.)
(I was in the middle of an article!)
(And I meant to bring them back!)
(But I had to find out what the Muppets had to say.)
(And for that I’m sorry.)
My mom rocks waiting rooms while crocheting.
Skye rocks the waiting room with paperwork.
I rock the waiting room in pearls.
‘Cause endocrinologists’ offices demand classy.
(I’d show you the surgeon’s office photos but I’m making a weird face inside a book.)
(And I’d made the mistake of not wearing pearls.)
(Shameful, I know.)
Sign of a high quality endocrinologist is tiny plastic thyroids.
Skye’s has cancer.
Mine is normal.
Which gives me excited face.
During each appointment my mom and Skye had out pads of paper and were taking copious notes. Notes of percentages and lymph nodes and very serious medical stuff.
I was also taking notes during this time.
In my defense, I’m fairly positive her surgeon said her cancer stands alone.
How could I not immortalize that?
Skye really really really appreciated all your thoughts and prayers and sweet words
I love you all,
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