Fragile
My mom called today to tell me that my uncle, who is in his late 60s, has a cancerous brain tumor the size of an egg in his frontal lobe. The frontal lobe is where most of a person's personality manifests itself. It's one of the most important parts of who a person is, and it's very dangerous to be digging around in there. All the same, they are doing surgery on Wednesday to remove as much of it as possible, without damaging my uncle more than they have to. Apparently, it's an insidious and evil type of cancer that's hard to stop.
He and my aunt are recently retired and were just beginning to enjoy their empty nest. Then, he started having some headaches, recently. One trip to the emergency room and... boom... brain tumor.
When something like this happens, I feel like I need to tell everyone how important they are to me. However, I remain rather paralyzed by my melancholy right now.
Life is so fragile.
He and my aunt are recently retired and were just beginning to enjoy their empty nest. Then, he started having some headaches, recently. One trip to the emergency room and... boom... brain tumor.
When something like this happens, I feel like I need to tell everyone how important they are to me. However, I remain rather paralyzed by my melancholy right now.
Life is so fragile.
posted by Bert at 8:55 PM
2 Comments:
many many hugs. you'll come out of your melancholy when you need to... and we know... you don't have to say anything... but feel free to ask for a little extra shoulder (not that your muscular self needs too much...)
I just went through the same thing however I lost mine. Good old guy, bought me my first pc back when I was 12.
Hug your family tight.
[-]D
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