One Week and Counting

Well, it is one week and counting until the new semester. As I write, there is lots of noise in the hallway outside my office. Not because there are happy students off to class, but because, for some ungodly reason, all the sorority rush girls choose to use the bathroom two doors down. Now this is really not a good thing - there are only two stalls in this restroom. However, one floor directly up there is a perfectly good restroom with plenty of waiting room and five stalls! On top of this, there are no offices to be disturbed up there. I have posted THREE signs to let people know of this much better opportunity, and we still are getting wave after wave every fifteen minutes or so of chattering greek girl wanna-bes discussing their sex lives outside our offices, at the top of their lungs! This will continue all week - I don't know if I can handle it. :(

This is the week of bad news. Doug found out that he has prostate cancer. Somehow, I thought this would maybe come in ten or fifteen years, when he was much older. Fifty-three just seems really young for such a disease. We are holding (desperately) onto the literature which says that there is a 95% cure rate for most prostate cancer. The urologist has decided that "seeding" his prostate with radioactive beads will be the least invasive treatment. If the oncologist agrees, then that will happen. After five weeks or so, then he will have radiation treatments as well. Of course, we are in "wait mode" - xrays to be scheduled, the visit to the oncologist, etc. I HATE having such a thing hovering over our heads. I hope that God will make all this unnecessary by healing him!