He waited until the end of the call to tell me. "Your mom's hairdresser found something on her scalp, about the size of a fingernail. It's black and bumpy and has something in the middle of it." My Dad then went into freakout mode for the next 10 minutes. My Mom gets her hair done every couple of months, so whatever it was, it had to be fast growing. My Mom, who doesn't want extraordinary cancer screening done otherwise, was scared and willing to go to the dermatologist.
Fast forward to last Friday, when I get a call from my Dad during lunchtime. "Uh, we just made a wrong turn out of the doctor's office and are right by your street, can your Mom and I come over?" I didn't have anything going on for work that afternoon and LO was gone to Boston for the weekend. By happenstance, I had cleaned my desk the day before for the video interview I had. Which is funny, because I never ever clean my desk.
My folks came over and my Mom was still rattled by the doctor's visit. My Dad got called into the exam room because my Mom broke down, scared. As it turned out, the doctor only found one spot and completely missed the bigger spot where the worrying lesion was. The doctor biopsied it and said it could be anything - keratosis or something else.
My parents calmed down and were almost back to their normal selves by the time they left. They even noted how clean my desk was, ha. Later on Friday, I called my little sister to tell her what was up. (As it happens, my sister said that her and her husband are thinking of moving back home this spring and she hadn't told anyone yet.)
Suffice it to say, this past weekend I was a mess.
Anyway, the biopsy came back today, and it's cancer, but basal cell, which my mom had an earlier occurrence of some years ago. It's treatable by surgery, which is good. (Honestly the sample for the biopsy got a lot of it, so I'm hopeful.)
So onto gossip: In other sibling news, so in the past I have talked about my brother's kids and about how the eldest has some sort of (psychopathic) behavioral problems. Anyway, said niece was just diagnosed with ADD. And Oh boy, did ever I have an "I TOLD YOU SO!" moment with my folks when they talked about it.
Personally, I don't think she has ADD - I think there's some other rooted emotional alienation and attention issues due to her mother's lack of attention, but maybe, perhaps, hopefully, the kid will get some extra attention and nurturing that she needs. As my Dad said, so they pay extra for her to go to a (unfortunately christian) private school, why wasn't this picked up on earlier? (She isn't just active, she's manipulative and nearly lacking in empathy, which are the real problems.) The kid is almost 9 and has three younger siblings, so if this intervention doesn't work prior to her hitting puberty, my brother is screwed.
Work: I had a call with my annoying coworker yesterday asking him about fundraising (there is almost none but I knew that), letting him know I wasn't mad about missing this client deadline, and telling him I had to make a decision about quitting real soon.
He said he's almost in the same boat as me as he has to make a decision at end of year, so there could be a situation if I quit, he does too. He asked me to talk to the founder about fundraising.
Interview: With everything that went on afterwards, I don't know how I feel about it otherwise. The one thing I got is that it's not consulting in as much as a professional services company that does gigs mostly referred by and based on the populist CRM from the Bay Area than anything else. They want me to interview again via video conference this week.
Did put my resume in for some traditional "change management" consulting firms with similar types of jobs.
That is all. I need to go schedule a doomed customer update call for tomorrow afternoon.
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