Wow! How nice to "see" you, Son! Thanks for the good wishes AND for my current icon. You made it for me years ago and I still love it.
Just an update...saw the oncologist today and there are quite a few treatment options available (many of which don't involve me going bald again!!!) I have to do more testing to determine what will be the most appropriate, and while there are no permanent cures, there's no reason to not believe I have a solid chunk of quality time left and open ended future.
And again, I can't tell you how much I appreciate the love, affection, and support that you've all shown me in this thread. I'm a bit embarrassed...feel like a bit of an attention hog...but I'd be lying if I didn't admit that it boosted my spirits through a rough few days.
Sueleen Gay: "Here you go, Bitch, now go make some fukcing lemonade." 10/28/10
When you’re the husband of a woman who’s been given bad news of a certain sort, it’s hard not to reflect, Oliver Barrett-like, about your Jenny. But Oliver gets it wrong.
He left out the way she gets more and more beautiful, as if this disease’s consequences were the devil’s due after bestowing his gifts: a golden violin of courage loud enough to chase away the spectre that stalks all living things; an iron-hard hammer of black humor (“At least if Sarah Palin is the next president, it’s not my problem”); eyes that have never felt bound by a single color, now and then a little more green, a little more brown; and a silver-blonde-gray-brown head of hair spun so fine it’s as if she were lent Rupunzel as part of the deal.
She was sitting on the couch when I got home, the brown and red and green couch we bought in laughter and hope five years ago, before the first bout, when Manhattan was new and the future flowed seaward like the river we eagerly crossed.
Those eyes were water-logged now, soggy autumnal leaves in a pool left by heavy rains that fell before I got home. They looked up at me. “I’m sorry I’m not stronger,” she said, her voice as soft as her hair. She’s the strongest person I know, I wanted to tell her, but she wouldn’t have believed me so instead I took her in my arms, and it brushed against my dry cheek, and I could feel each plait, soft as mohair yarn, more beautiful than the thick dye-filled ruddy orange waves she once cried to part with, before finally offering it to the disease in a Faustian bargain irrevocably broken by yesterday afternoon’s news.
And so, today, again, we sat in the doctor’s office, three years after the last time we sat in those chairs, too high they still were, too hard, too curved for us to sit hand in hand as she readied herself for another round—Faust asking not for more time but for more strength, strength to work, strength for her children, strength to not weep in my arms lest her hair matte on my dry cheek and I wished I could tell her to be strong for everyone else but let me hold you up as we sit on that couch that must never lose its laughter and hope or else why did we move... why do we ever move at all?
So much for my complaints that I am never the muse for his "fancy" writing...I am lucky and blessed in a thousand ways and I thank my husband for being publicly mushy. He's a keeper.
Now back to the kitchen. I'm making lemonade because that bitch Sueleen is coming over for snacks.
Sueleen Gay: "Here you go, Bitch, now go make some fukcing lemonade." 10/28/10
Cheyenne Jackson tickled me. AFTER ordering SoMMS a drink but NOT tickling him, and hanging out with Girly in his dressing room (where he DIDN'T tickle her) but BEFORE we got married. To others. And then he tweeted Boobs. He also tweeted he's good friends with some chick on "The Voice" who just happens to be good friends with Tink's ex. And I'm still married. Oh, and this just in: "Pettiness, spite, malice ....Such ugly emotions... So sad." - After Eight, talking about MEEEEEEEE!!! I'm so honored! :-)
Adding my thoughts and prayers to a wonderful lady.
"Impossible is just a big word thrown around by small men who find it easier to live in the world they've been given than to explore the power they have to change it. Impossible is not a fact. It's an opinion. Impossible is not a declaration. It's a dare. Impossible is potential. Impossible is temporary. Impossible is nothing.”
~ Muhammad Ali
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