I found out (for sure) last week that my cancer is Stage III. What this means is that the tumor has broken through the wall and has infected a lymph node. Luckily it’s just the one. So it’s the best worst case I guess. 

My spirits are still mostly good. But like anything else, there are good and bad days. There are good and bad moments. 

I went into the office today for a couple of in person meetings. It was good to see people. Very few people I work with know. Those that do know were glad to see me. To see that I’m still well enough to get out to a in person meeting. Those that don’t know mostly wondered why I was wearing a mask, but were all too polite to ask.

At the end of it I was exhausted. Partly from my treatment I’m sure, but also because I’m pretty introverted and in person events are fucking exhausting for me. Even under the best circumstances. 

After work I was finally able to attend my “weekly” writing session. I say “weekly” because although it happens every Wednesday, I’ve not been able to make it consistently for a few months now. 

It was really good to go, even if I didn’t do any writing of prose (I did plenty of code writing … added RSS and fixed an image display bug!). Sometimes the best medicine is seeing friendly faces, chatting a bit, and writing something.