What a day.

I told my stage crew kids today. They've been eying me suspiciously and repeatedly asking if I'm okay. I figured I probably should tell them that I don't have cancer, so they will stop worrying. Now that I've notified my principal and my director at the district office, I was finally able to tell them. I think they've suspected much more than everyone else, because they spend so much time with me. They took it really hard. I think it's really difficult for them to think of me as mortal and fallible. I tried to parse it in as hopeful terms as I could; I know that's what's been helping me cope.

Our new bed arrived today. I'm so glad we took this leap. I'm finally comfortable for the first time in ages. The mattress arrived last week, and I've had the best sleep I can remember. Sound, deep, and painless. I'm used to waking up in pain a few times a night, but since we started sleeping on the new mattress I've slept soundly and peacefully straight through every night.

I need to make a consult appointment for my end-of-life paperwork. I've got my estate all figured out, but I'm sorta torn on my advance directive. I'm not quite ready to deal with the threat of a persistent vegetative state.

My surgery is most likely going to be April 27th.