Waiting for the third bad thing.

[judifilksign]

 I found out a friend of mine of twenty eight years, Ann Cecil, passed away this morning due to cancer.  She was always so kind to me, from when I was a teen in fandom to offering me space in her room at Confluence in recent years, helping me afford to go.  It hurts so much to realize I will never see her at a con again.  She was genuinely one of the nicest people I have ever known.

I got a chance to see her one last time at Christmastime, at her holiday party.  I'm so glad I went.

I also had a doctor's appointment today.  I may have fibroids, or endometriosis, or uterine polyps, or even cancer.  So, on Friday, I get to go have an ultrasound to get a further idea of what ails me.  I am too upset about Ann to really get freaked out about my own bad possibilities, but it was bad news I didn't want to hear.  I'll also have a mammogram, since I'm due, and the place that does the ultrasound also does those.

I seems to me that bad things come in threes.  I'm waiting for the third bad thing.

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[judifilksign.livejournal.com]

Thank you. Part of me is echoing the conversation you and I and a couple of others had at the OVFF foyer this year, about maybe not wanting to know about problems if everything one is doing health wise is the only thing you could do anyway.