If I might cease and desist for a moment from this endless self absorption:

Props to my primo caregiver Bjorn. I'm getting so much support from so many people, and many of you have been kind enough to ask how Bjorn is doing. Especially in the context that my dx occurred roughly two weeks after his mom died quite unexpectedly.

I'm here to tell ya, he's been amazing. We are both staggering through some previously uncharted terrain here, propping eachother up, and I'd have to say he's doing most of the propping. It has been helpful to have him at some of the recent MD appts for moral support as well as for taking notes while I get examined. He has made gourmet meals to tempt me when I have no appetite, distracted me, encouraged me, reassured me, loved me, cajoled me, entertained me, calmed me, and demonstrated in so many ways that he is in this for the long haul.

And he manages to look really fine while he is doing all of this.

Ok, enough ceasing and desisting. Lets get back to sending the rest of that positive and healing energy in MY direction.