I can't comment on your blog Jack so I am posting here hoping you will see it.
I am very sorry to hear the news of you and your wife's illnesses. While death will take us all, some live and appreciate the life we get better than others. You are one of those people, and we are cheated out of your full span. Live well Jack Crow.
-fish
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8 comments:
Thanks, fish. Appt on Thurs. Hopefully good news. Wife is good. She's got it beat, which we thought would be the outcome originally, but every time we were told, "well, that's the worst case scenario," she came up with the worst case. This in the comic Engrish of a endocrinologist born someplace where English is not a first language.
Wife's cancer wasn't supposed to be the bad kind. Wasn't supposed to be cancer. Rugged year for her, and that made the cancer seem less important, which was one of those blessings in disguise I've heard about my whole life, but didn't really believe in.
Her mother died after ten years of deterioration, following brain trauma. Then, the tumor. Surgery. A few weeks later, her father died. Her best friend bailed on a partnership. The family then had to scramble to keep what little money was left to pay for her sister's day school (Down's Syndrome) and living expenses, because the State wanted everything that remained after it forced the sale of my wife's parents' house to cover the costs of nursing home care.
All that busy, she said, actually kept her sane while staring down a cancer that wasn't supposed to be bad, but kept getting worse.
She's got a giant, kinda nifty, always visible scar - and a quiet about her that was always here, buy which is now the major theme, and not just a melody from a side track, you know what I mean?
I'm with fish (aka not a team member).
Good luck Jack.
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While your writings often brought into sharp relief the fundamental unfairness of the world we built, some injustices are still difficult to stomach. You have had way more than your fair share of the world's crap dumped in your yard. I truly wish you and your family some respite or at least a little peace.
holy crap. that's a bad deal, Jack - i can only join fish and thundra in wishing you and Mrs. Crow good luck in your recovery.
For feesh.
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I have occasionally been mislabeled an asshole. At least I think I was mislabeled.
We never see our own assholiness... it's only apparent to others when bending over.
I have tried to see it, but maybe I am sharing too much now...
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