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While away from my desk tonight, I got a call from my mom. I didn't call her back while at work, but waited until I got home. One of the good things about being on the opposite coast is that I can call them after midnight my time without being rude. My mom answered, and then very quickly turned me over to my dad. Usually, she really likes chatting and asks about the cats, etc., so I was immediately worried.

It turns out that the latest round of biopsies on my father's esophagus revealed 12 "negative" and one "cancer cannot be ruled out" samples.

Of course, using the C-word is like using one of those other C-words -- it's not done lightly. Even if they mean that "half a cell looks possibly cancerous, but this is inconsistent with every other cell in any of the samples", your attention is very immediately focused on the C-word.

So, they're flying to Rochester, MN, to have a 2cmx2cm chunk of his esophagus removed. On the frickin' day we're launching this project. I wish I was on the other major project my company is working on right now, as it's in Minneapolis, not too far from Rochester. Well, nearer than NY is, anyway.

He's been watching this for years, and after a remarkable remission in high dysplasia, this is the first real worry. Even more ironic, he got news of this the day he went in for an endoscope and was told he's starting to have diverticulitis. I'm so not looking forward to aging.

Stress, stress.

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