Late night rantings
It's almost 1 AM, and here I sit in my hotel room, having wolfed down a cup of chili around midnight (after getting back to my room close to 11 PM), still with lots of work to do. But I'm stopping, because I have a long day tomorrow here at my program.
As stressed as I am with the overload of work I have going on (my current program here in Philly, multiple upcoming programs, and oh yeah, that Managing Editor thing for the magazine) - it's tempered by sobering news from a friend.
He's one of my absolute best friends in the world, actually. And his brother, age 29, was diagnosed this week with colon cancer. It was bad enough that they operated immediately, and found that it had gotten in to his bowels. He now has a colostomy bag.
I'm so grateful that when my mother was diagnosed, they caught it early, and two years later she has no traces left.
I can only imagine how freaked out my friend's family is, particularly his parents.
Enough. Sleep now. Work tomorrow. Work Saturday. Home Saturday night. Sleep Sunday. ALL of Sunday.
And no one I love is allowed to get cancer anymore. Got that? Good.
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