The Almighty Didn't Just Improve His Aim: He Hit The Bullseye

Look at that, he hit the fucking bull! Guy gets a free steak!--Crash Davis, Bull Durham

Tsunamis to left of me, tornadoes to the right, and layoffs square down the middle. But I finally have been smited in the most direct, no-fooling way.

About four weeks ago, after six months of wrangling with asshat doctors and pure-t evil insurance companies, I got a very simple 15 minute test done.

Three days after that test, approx 30 days before my layoff started, I received a call at noon on a Friday, asking me to come in at 4 pm to discuss test results.

Shoot. Four pm same-day appt on a Friday at a Beverly Hills specialist? You know it ain't good.

It wasn't. The diagnosis was papillary thyroid cancer.

The good news? As of about five pm Monday, July 18th, I don't have it anymore. Nor do I have a thyroid gland, but that's probably a fair trade, given the alternative. Only time will tell.

There's a lot to say, and I want to put some hopefully useful information out there in case somebody else in the same position stumbles across this post.

I'm a little overwhelmed right now, as this is sort of all happening at once--layoff, filing for disability, filing for unemployment, follow doctor's appointments.

I think it's fair to say it's been a hectic few weeks, and a least one or two more before things slow down.

Right now I'm just trying to take it nice and slow, and not freak out at the mounds of paperwork or the crushing weight of incoming medical bills.

Health insurance is such a load of crap. But that is probably a post unto itself.

Know this, faithful followers and occassional eavesdroppers: all is well for now, and I will post something more coherent in the near future.