I'm just posting an update so people know what's up with me.
I'm feeling blue. Several of you may know that I've been helping to take care of a friend of mine who was diagnosed with stomach cancer last July. I was able to spend a lot of time helping out before I got the mandatory on-site job with the commute last December.
Yesterday I learned that John's tumor was growing again, after 2 surgeries and several bouts of chemo. The doctor says they can do more interventions if John likes, but it won't do any good. So John has opted out of any further treatment. His rough life expectancy is two months.
I went to see him tonight, and he seems "peacefully resigned". He said, actually, "If I had a switch, I'd turn it off." He wants to stay home if possible until the end, which I strongly support, particularly after his nasty stay at the nursing home (a way-station between the hospital and home after his last surgery), where he was dreadfully neglected. So many people out of work in this country, and they can't staff a nursing home with enough attendants.
Anyway, I've been a bit fragile and weepy today. I hope to see John at least once a week. He's very tired and doesn't like to talk. I think I'll bring a book with me next time. Reading aloud seems a natural choice.
I got home late feeling bereft. I put on "Brainwashed", which I always think of as George's "looking death in the eye" album. It was very comforting.
Good night. Thanks for listening.