I just got an e-mail from a work friend. Her husband has cancer, which they've known for a while. I don't know other details about it except that he's kind of weak and isn't working.
They went to PA for vacation.
Her message said that on Monday he had emergency surgery: "cancer everywhere, huge mass, about the size of a football"
Wow. Happy vacation.
Again, my initial reaction was, "Oh my goodness! Poor them!!" I sent her a quick message, not knowing if she'd get it or not (she doesn't check e-mail often anyway and is on vacation).
Second reaction: "It's not me."
I hope they're OK and able to come home soon. She said one to three weeks. So now, since my diagnosis, three people I am two or three degrees removed from have died (I only posted here about two), and one person had emergency surgery for a cancer mass the size of a football.
While I appreciate the reminders that I'm in good shape, y'all can knock this off now! I remember! Sheesh...
Bent Objects is finished. This blog is now deceased.
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