Correction

I don't really feel better. 

It doesn't much matter what caused the cancer, I've still got to deal with it -- along with everything else that's going on these days -- and after 317 days I'm starting to think my available resources for dealing have pretty much exhausted themselves. 

So it's time for some head shrinking, and a bit of paid conversation with an outsider who doesn't have a dog in my fight. 

The employer provides a free referral service, so what the heck. Besides, fake sympathy is sometimes easier to deal with than the real thing.