Not a diagnosis...

I am so pissed off right now. Also, I don't believe that this is happening. Also, there must be some kind of mistake. Also, I really, really love Jill, and this is completely unfair. Dammit!

She did everything right. She worked her ass off to get where she is, made very good contacts in an honest, open manner, without backstabbing or climbing over corpses, approached everything with an amazingly thoughtful sense of fairness...she's just an amazing person, and she gets saddled with this. All before she has a chance to really grow her lab, all before the first birthday of our daughter.

Bad things happen to people all of the time. Last week, hundreds of thousands of people died in Asia in a cyclone and earthquake. Many of them were probably amazing people who enriched the lives of others around them, prior to being swept away or crushed to death. Many were schoolchildren. What was left was a tattered remnant of the societal fabric that had existed before. Wounds will mend. Twenty years will pass. Eventually those left with scars will die off, and all is forgotten.

Sorry about this. I'm pretty angry, and wallowing in ugliness is what I'm into right about now. The sun'll come out tomorrow.

Maybe.

(Hey, kids. Sorry about the pottymouth. I think that this is the first time that I said any no-no's in this whole entire blog. That's how I roll...no cussin', no nudie pictures, no talkin' bad about mom.)

Edit: For the sake of historical record, Jill's diagnosis was subsequently corrected to metastatic colorectal cancer. Still pretty bad, but not the automatic death sentence of pancreatic.