Why do Post-Doc Docs fuckining suck ass? I knew something  was wrong. My wife knew something was wrong. And all he could do was give the  facts.
Our favorite line was "No one called you about the PET scan results?"
2 neck lymph nodes were positive for PET. Then my Onco came in and  discovered another swollen node in my armpit that wasn't there during the PET in early June. It may be Hodgkins. It may be  infection/left over mono issues. But she doesn't want to take any  chances.
I scheduled an MRI. July 7th. 1AM. If they can visualize them  then they come out.
So I'm gonna wallow in self pity a bit before my wife gets  home......good excuse too have a whiskey no?
If it's Hodgkins I'm fucked. And just this week I decided to stop being honest about why I've  been out of work. Figuring it's no big deal. The shit is curable and I have  my own health coverage. No need to discriminate against me. I can't possibly  estimate how many jobs I've applied for........7-10 yesterday. I do know how  many responses - 3 calls, 1 interview.
I'm damaged goods. I had the  opportunity to tell Mr. Moore my story and maybe have a bit in his current  movie. I chose discretion. I think I chose wrong.
Fuck it. Fuck it all.
That felt  good.
Cheers.”
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