Holy Crap

My brother would have been fifty years old today. Unfortunately, he checked out eleven years ago, locked forever at 39 years old. I can't believe that I am nine years older than he will ever be. I wonder who is more fortunate. I had surgery last year for skin cancer and now I am facing surgery for what may be squamous conjunctiva carcinoma. It's not really a big deal most of the time, but sometimes it's secondary, a lesion that's metastasized from another site, so I am now all freaked about other undetected cancers.

Whatev. I'll get it cut out, that's a part of the financial food chain, and move on. Hopefully it is not metastatic and it goes away, but I still have to get a needle stuck in my eye and have a stranger cut on my eye.

It just makes me want to spend more time with my kiddies, to play with them and to hug them.

On the upside, I am doing well in my MFA. Does that count?

Spike