I'm really glad you snagged that interview! Sometimes being very direct in explaining yourself helps, I've found.
As for the tumor, my fingers, toes, and heart are all crossed for you. Even my prayers, too!
I'd like to share a funny story with you in hopes that it might make you smile...
A few years back, when (soontobe)DH turned 23 (26 now), he went out to the bar with all of his friends. I ended up at the same place, having moderate drinks with a couple of my girlfriends.
As the night wore on, I noticed he wasn't around. So I approached his friends, and asked where he was. I was informed that he "might be" on the bathroom floor. I figured if he was on the floor, he could probably use some help. As I was approaching the bathroom, a bouncer stopped me to inform me that I could not enter. Well, I was starting to get pretty pissed at this time, so I ended up just pushing him aside, and growling something about my boyfriend on the bathroom floor. I found him passed out on the floor. The bouncer helped me carry him out of the bathroom, and left him with me. I looked around, and could find NONE of his friends kicking around. So I ended up helping him (half passed out) out of the bar, where we hailed a cab.
He ended up barfing in my purse, all over my wallet and cell phone. Eventually the cab driver stopped, got a plastic bag from the trunk, and came back. I'm just glad he didn't kick us out of the cab. When we got home, (soontobe)DH was passed completely out. I lifted him on to my back, carried him down 2 flights of stairs, in the bathroom where I promptly stripped him bare naked, deposited him in the shower, turned on the water full blast, cold of course, and went to bed.
I can still hear the screams now when I think about it. I thought it was hilarious the next day when I wasn't mad anymore.. him? Not so much. haha.
Good luck, hun!