Friday, October 14, 2005
"Here come the Street Sisters. Mothers, lock up your boys."
Trying to ease back into the blogging groove and catch up on my email. I took 2 weeks off and go back Monday.
I've been out of town, having taken my sister, Robin to Vanderbilt University Medical Center in Nashville, TN, to see one of the best cancer specialists in the country. After receiving biopsy results with the heart-splitting news of her having liver cancer that's also in the lymph nodes, we discussed treatment options and what to do immediately to make her comfortable.
Because the cancer isn't just limited to the liver, chemotherapy alone ( 10-20 % results) isn't very promising unless done in conjunction with the surgery first.
She's my only sibling and I'm two years older. Yeah, I'll cop to it now. Everyone who knows us knows the running gag we have about her being the older one after years ago, some classless dick in a bar assumed she was the oldest sister. She was SO mad about that. Naturally, I saw an opening to tease her relentlessly.
We've seen each other through many heartaches, but mostly we have such fun together. She's always that first person I contact when I need to share good news or bad news. This week we've tried to absorb this somber news and have discussed everything else in the world, too. We discussed upcoming holiday plans, and we talked about the baseball playoffs and the Braves' choking, planting tulips, amaryllis and moonflowers in early spring, and sadly, we talked about funeral arrangements.
Anyway, if you can help me with a little love flowing, beads rattled, alms given, vibes sent, herbs shaken, bells rung, candles lit, and prayers ascended, my heart would be forever gladdened.
Trying to ease back into the blogging groove and catch up on my email. I took 2 weeks off and go back Monday.
I've been out of town, having taken my sister, Robin to Vanderbilt University Medical Center in Nashville, TN, to see one of the best cancer specialists in the country. After receiving biopsy results with the heart-splitting news of her having liver cancer that's also in the lymph nodes, we discussed treatment options and what to do immediately to make her comfortable.
Because the cancer isn't just limited to the liver, chemotherapy alone ( 10-20 % results) isn't very promising unless done in conjunction with the surgery first.
She's my only sibling and I'm two years older. Yeah, I'll cop to it now. Everyone who knows us knows the running gag we have about her being the older one after years ago, some classless dick in a bar assumed she was the oldest sister. She was SO mad about that. Naturally, I saw an opening to tease her relentlessly.
We've seen each other through many heartaches, but mostly we have such fun together. She's always that first person I contact when I need to share good news or bad news. This week we've tried to absorb this somber news and have discussed everything else in the world, too. We discussed upcoming holiday plans, and we talked about the baseball playoffs and the Braves' choking, planting tulips, amaryllis and moonflowers in early spring, and sadly, we talked about funeral arrangements.
Anyway, if you can help me with a little love flowing, beads rattled, alms given, vibes sent, herbs shaken, bells rung, candles lit, and prayers ascended, my heart would be forever gladdened.
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