Well, it’s been one hell of a week cancer-wise. Not where Clio is concerned, blessedly. But cancer has touched several people in our circle of friends and acquaintances in the worst of ways this week.
Last weekend, one of Alastair’s old high school friends died just a little over a year after being diagnosed with melanoma. She was a wife and a mom to a five-year-old girl. Also last weekend, a college friend of mine was told by her doctors that there wasn’t anything more they could do because her ovarian cancer had advanced so far. She also was diagnosed just about a year ago. And then the husband of a former close co-worker of mine died of bone cancer — diagnosed less than a year ago. All of these people were/are just shy of 40, previously healthy and vigorous.
Cancer sucks. My prayers and healing thoughts go out to the families and loved ones of Sam, Kelly and Ryan.
We also lost our new cat, Djokovic (Nickname Jo-Jo). Not to cancer, and not to the angels of cat death; in a dramatic turn of events we learned that he was actually Mikey, and his owners, who live less than a mile from us, had been looking for him for several months — posters around town and everything. So the friend who gave him to our neighbor, who gave him to us, must have just found him. Somebody along the way was not disclosing the full truth. But I think language might have been an issue. Our neighbor, who’s Italian, doesn’t speak the greatest English, and it’s possible friend didn’t either. (Lots of old Italian folks in our neighborhood.)
Anyway, we’re pretty bummed. It was nice having a cat around again, and his arrival felt so auspicious. But we’ll try to find a new cat to adopt soon. And maybe we’ll name him Federer or Nadal. Or Agassi? We’ll have to meet the cat first.
SO. Now, under the wire for September, is my requisite acknowledgment of and public service announcement for Childhood Cancer Awareness Month. This is an important month, so please read on. Read the rest of this entry »