You might have noticed I’ve been quiet the last few days. I have not been able to respond to comments. The reason is, once again, I am supporting someone who has cancer. This person is very close to both Jen and I. They just had their successful surgery yesterday. Now, on to chemo.
It’s all very much deja-vu. Hotel rooms out of town, hospital waiting rooms, doctors and nurses. Yesterday we clocked 10 hours waiting at the hospital. That’s a long day — longer than a work day, and twice as tiring. My dad said to me, “I think you deserve the Congressional Medal of Honor”. But that’s only for Americans. I’ll settle for a plate of sushi at the end of it.
Fuck cancer. Two weeks ago, an original Sausagefester died of cancer. I’ve known him for 23 years. Some of the guys have known him since childhood. His absence this summer will be deeply felt. We will all miss our friend in the orange boiler suit.
These are dark days. Neither of them wanted any online attention, so I’m being purposely vague. Just know that 2018 has already taken a toll, and it’s only 1/4 of the way done.
Music has been a blessing, as always. Yesterday the clever frivolity of Spinal Tap kept my spirits up. It’s impossible not to laugh at the absurd “Stonehenge” or the just plain funny “Big Bottom”. (“Talk about bum cakes, my girl’s got em.”)
Fuck the dark days. I do not want to be dragged down by them. I also don’t want any more of my loved ones to get sick, but we know we have no control over that. That is the struggle of life. All I can do is try to keep smiling. So here’s Spinal Tap. Enjoy.