This morning at 6:30 my daughter’s friend’s father was having a biopsy on a tumor doctors found in his brain. He had had an “episode”—I love these descriptive medical terms—before Christmas, and they supposed he had had a stroke since nothing showed on a CAT scan. Suddenly, it seems, this tumor appeared.
My friend’s roommate now lies in Mass General, his left side paralyzed after having a massive stroke three weeks ago.
In October, Sue was in San Francisco and called me to ask the name of a restaurant my best friend from high school owned. I quickly Googled the name so I could give her directions. That’s how I learned he had died of cancer three years ago.
No great words of wisdom today. Just feeling a little fragile. And wondering, hoping…well, I’m not quite sure what I’m hoping for.
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