{"id":16,"date":"2008-06-21T20:03:02","date_gmt":"2008-06-22T03:03:02","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/melanarrative.com\/?p=16"},"modified":"2008-06-21T20:03:02","modified_gmt":"2008-06-22T03:03:02","slug":"first-hours","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/melanarrative.com\/?p=16","title":{"rendered":"First Hours"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;m trying to piece together what happened those first hours after I found out.\u00c2\u00a0 I&#8217;m going through my outbox, and saw this email to<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>Feb 22, 2008<\/p>\n<p>i think i&#8217;m okay, but i kinda dont want to be alone tonight.<\/p>\n<p>i haven&#8217;t cried, but feel it coming on.<\/p>\n<p>i have a stupid\u00c2\u00a0 alumni interview at 6pm.\u00c2\u00a0 i&#8217;ll keep it short. i&#8217;ve held it together so far, and will prob keep it up through the interview.<\/p>\n<p>when is the yoga class tonight?\u00c2\u00a0 the 8pm one?\u00c2\u00a0 i might like to do that, to distract me and beat the shit out of me.<\/p>\n<p>m<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Needless to say, I didn&#8217;t make it to yoga.\u00c2\u00a0 I didn&#8217;t make it to the alumni interview.\u00c2\u00a0 I ended up walking down 21st st calling my brother in tears asking him to find the phone number for the coffee shop I was going to meet this young college applicant for this alumni interview.\u00c2\u00a0 I remember calling and begging the too-cool-for-school barrista to just look for a yound woman arriving at 6pm like she was there for an interview.\u00c2\u00a0 I think I said &#8220;I have had an emergency.&#8221;\u00c2\u00a0 I hadn&#8217;t graduated to &#8220;medical emergency&#8221; yet, nor from there to &#8220;I just found out I have cancer.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>K was the first to call in response to my emails out.\u00c2\u00a0 She was doing a good job of remaining calm, though the layers of meaning were huge for her.<\/p>\n<ol>\n<li>I had just learned that her mother died of cancer when she was 7 or 8 (I forget)<\/li>\n<li>she had just gotten off the phone with the director of the melanoma foundation of New England; she was writing an article on Melanoma for one of the womens&#8217; magazines she freelances for.\u00c2\u00a0 She quickly quoted to me the stats that Melanoma is actually the most common cancer for ages 25-40.\u00c2\u00a0 So it was for naught that I had been feeling my balls at my dr&#8217;s behest for all these years.<\/li>\n<li>She has lost people\/partners before, and has a real thing about it.<\/li>\n<\/ol>\n<p>But she remained calm, and told me to leave the studio.\u00c2\u00a0 Leave the studio.\u00c2\u00a0 I was at the point where I could not make any decisions.\u00c2\u00a0 So I listened.\u00c2\u00a0 I left the studio.\u00c2\u00a0 And went to S&amp;E&#8217;s apartment.\u00c2\u00a0 I don&#8217;t remember what happened there, but I probably cried a lot.\u00c2\u00a0 I really can&#8217;t remember.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;m trying to piece together what happened those first hours after I found out.\u00c2\u00a0 I&#8217;m going through my outbox, and saw this email to Feb 22, 2008 i think i&#8217;m okay, but i kinda dont want to be alone tonight. i haven&#8217;t cried, but feel it coming on. i have a stupid\u00c2\u00a0 alumni interview at &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/melanarrative.com\/?p=16\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">First Hours<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[19],"tags":[34,22],"class_list":["post-16","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-backstory","tag-shock","tag-telling-people"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/melanarrative.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/melanarrative.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/melanarrative.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/melanarrative.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/melanarrative.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=16"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/melanarrative.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/melanarrative.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=16"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/melanarrative.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=16"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/melanarrative.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=16"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}