Well, it has to be said it was a pretty shitty weekend.  Lisa’s had a plan to visit her folks in Madison this weekend for a couple of months now, but the purpose of the visit changed a few weeks ago when some unexpected results were found in her mom’s most recent mamogram, leading to a breast biopsy on Friday.  No results yet, of course, not that not knowing is any comfort.  I tend not to get too stressed out when waiting for news that could be bad, as whatever level of worry I possess usually doesn’t have any impact on the outcome, but knowing Lisa isn’t like that does cause some stress:  I don’t like thinking of what she’s going through while waiting.

So, in other words, it’s kind of like a fake handoff to concern, followed by a completed pass to empathy.

Cancer wouldn’t be anything new to the family.  Lisa’s aunt died of breast cancer, while my mom has a rare (and, thankfully, very slow growing) form of cancer that may or may not prove to be a problem.  It’s not clear if this means anything for Lisa and I, or for Mathias.  Lisa’s aunt was on then-experimental fertility drugs, and my mom’s cancer doesn’t seem to be anything genetic or even environmental.  Hopefully Mathias won’t have to deal with any of this when he’s older, and if he does, hopefully we’ll have take care of the entire cancer issue by that point.

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So, this is kind of trivial after that, but you know what I spent my weekend doing? Cleaning.  Whenever Lisa and the baby are away I try to get industrious and take care of things I either don’t have time to do when they’re around, or won’t do out of some concern of Mathias getting into something.  This has presented a weird chicken/egg problem with babyproofing, especially with the age of our place and all the lead in the walls.  I did get some work done this weekend, but not as much as I’d hoped, as I decided to start by cleaning the office–a baby-trap if there ever was one–the office which had become the dumping ground for anything and everything, especially when the baby was on a tear or guests were expected.  That job ended up taking much longer than planned, and as a result I pretty much got nothing else done.

In the past, Lisa would disappear for a weekend and return to find some major project completed–in one case I painted and generally redecorated our bedroom–and in doing so set a bit of a standard for myself.  Now, when she returns tomorrow, I’ll be able to say, hi sweet pea, I did some laundry and washed the dishes.  Or, I could paraphrase and say, “hello, I maintained the status quo of the household.”

Nothing to see here, move along.