backlog 4/15/08 badday
I sit here, exhausted, looking back on a miserable day. My day started earlier than usual - RF called and woke me before my usual time to be awake with the news that our daughters god mother was likely to die of cancer soon; this was later shown to be less severe, and possible to treat. The latter information was not available to me until my day was well run through. Many things piled up, but it was the ill health of Nana that was the primary thought on my mind. As I said to one of the teachers at the dealing school I am refreshing at: “How do you tell a 9 year old what is about to be happening?” His good advice was that you don’t, because most of what you say will not be understood, and that which is will be not accepted. You just have to be there for them as things progress. Hopefully, the hope given later today was the case, and new and different than usual treatments will reverse the cancer and let her be whole again.