Hey gang, I know everyone is patiently waiting for a detailed report about an epic weekend with Angy, but the truth is, it's very hard to write at this point. I'm just not feeling creative at the moment, and it has to do with some very bad news I got this past weekend.
It seems that someone very close to me is extremely sick. I got the news on Friday afternoon from Nashville, and I've kind of been hanging by the phone ever since. And it put a bit of a damper on the rest of the weekend with Angy--Sunday and Monday were extremely mellow--we didn't get stupid drunk or thrown out of any club or casino, or have any silly adventures like we normally do. We had an enjoyable visit, and I loved having her here, but there was not much buffoonery.
In fact I spent a good chunk of the weekend on the computer learning all I could about stage IV lung cancer. The phone calls from home were not encouraging at all, either. The doctors were using words like 'inoperable', 'fatal', 'incurable' and so forth. There was absolutely *no* good news or silver lining, and the whole family has been keeping vigil down at Vanderbilt Medical Center for the past several days. More tests to see how far it has spread are on the agenda, along with a course of treatment. But treatment won't do anything but delay the inevitable.
The bottom line is, we're going to lose a very dear family member, and much sooner than they deserve to go.
A bit later on, I'll try and recall the weekend's activities, but it might be awhile. I make no promises.
Mikey
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