Night Light-- a marvellous little horror story.

I wish I could write like this; the inversion of one of man's most primal fears--fear of the dark--into a thing of comfort and safety is an act of dark brilliance (yes, yes, I know--obvious pun, but it works). I am in awe of this of this storyteller's art.

Why can't I do this? I feel like an ape in a cage, forever looking out at a thing of painful beauty, forever beyond my reach.

In other news, Igor's biopsy results came back, and it is definite--I have cancer. To be specific, I have Invasive Adenocarcinoma; a rather pedestrian strain, but still serious enough to require serious treatment.

Underwent CT Scan on Wednesday--not an altogether unpleasant experience (my doom & gloom side expected quite a bit more discomfort, but it was thankfully absent). The barium drink that one has beforehand was not the chalky mess of previous years, but a rather bland fruit smoothie. Making sure one drank one bottle in 45 minutes, then a second in 45 minutes was a bit discipline-intensive, though--who really times how long they take to drink something? The contrast dye for the upper thorax was an experience, though--if that warming sensation is supposed to compare to a shot of whiskey, then I ain't drinking the right sour mash, brother!

And if that is what a "hot flash" is like, why don't I see more women suddenly running around going "Help! HAAAAALLLLLLLP!!! I'm on FIRE!", because that's what it felt like. Going through that on a regular basis would drive me crazy!

On the subject of the opposite sex--I think She might be reading my journal; when she stopped by the desk last week, I got the distinct impression that she had a great deal to say to me, but didn't quite know how to do so.

And I find that oh, so interesting.