The crash.

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Raven yesterday, still active despite everything (and despite the fact that he's snoring on his bed at my feet right now). I can't describe the sense of relief, two days running, coming home from out of town to find him coming to greet us.

And now comes the crash: I'm paying, and dearly, for having pushed myself so far and so hard to get through everything required of me this week. Among the more annoying aspects of it, aside from the numbing fatigue, is the migraine, a result of two days' worth of holding my body at odd angles for imaging and thereby contorting my already-damaged neck in ways that were unfailingly bound to induce one. 

Snow supposedly coming later today, and tomorrow, and Monday, and Thursday. I have my repeat labs on Monday morning, and I'm hoping that she'll have the referral ready by then so I can schedule the biopsy. As I said yesterday, it's a weird kind of relief, this notion that I could have this particular type of cancer, because it's (mostly, save for a couple of variants) more manageable, both literally and in terms of getting my head around the possibilities, than the one we were really worried about. But I've had my internal freakout over it, and now I just want to get on with it. If it is malignant, I want to get treatment under way as soon as possible. [And yes, it turns out that this particular issue could have caused my near death experiences, because there is one scenario in which, despite it not being my heart, it can affect the heart in exactly the way I've been experiencing. And yes, that part of it can be fatal, albeit almost by accident.] 

And as I said, if that's what it is, we are going to fight it every step of the way, no matter what it costs, either in money or in pain.

So we've got more big outlays coming up, much bigger ones very soon. As I've also said, we were fortunate to have squirreled away funds to cover this at the moment, but it's barely February; there's a lot of year ahead of us. If it is cancer, the costs are going to skyrocket very fast, and we have no way of paying for it, and neither of us cares; we're doing this. Determination is the word; with Wings's help, I'm going to beat whatever it is. So much fear intertwined with all of this, and no end in sight. All this stuff is piling up fast and I have to get us through the whole year, not just the next two weeks, so please share the links (or use them, if anyone's so inclined):

• My Patreon, The Interstices (Writing Between Worlds) (and if you subscribe today you won't be billed until March 1st for February);
• Wings's site, for sales, with lots of new items posted;
• Wings's direct PayPal link;
• A way to buy me coffee (which actually goes to all of our medical bills, which continue to mount);
• Amazon wishlist, which mostly consists of animal and household stuff;
• Partial registry #1, from Bed, Bath and Beyond. There are new kitchen-y things on it now, stuff that I didn't realize we'd need to replace (either because the RV ruined it or because we gave it away when we had to downsize).

All we want, to be able to have some confidence in making it through the whole year with whatever they're going to find going wrong in my body, is to make some sales. That's it: sales; nothing else. But I haven't been able to make even that happen, and the stress is telling. Good vibes for Raven are still welcome (he's still hanging with us, and I need him to be safe while we're out). But I could use some, too, especially today. We all could also use some help with sharing Wings's site (and testimonials, if you got 'em). Thanks.

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