To frame? To lock into a vault box? What to do?
Maybe we'll just have cocktails and wave it around for a bit.
Because we can.
The bad news - well, I'm heading back to see the folks in Nebraska.
A couple days before the wedding, my Mom called to tell me that my Dad was diagnosed with Stage 4 Lymphoma. A CAT scan revealed spots across his chest, lungs and spine.
So - it's home I go. To help Mom work through the diagnosis and to help plan what comes next.
Look for some tough discussions on the near horizon.
But there may be a silver lining.
My younger brother will be vacating the premises during my visit, which tickles me all kinds of pink.
At this stage of my life, I'd rather avoid meeting up with him and becoming a crime headline.
Wish me well, kids.
1 comments:
Best wishes! Your sense of humor should pull you through!
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