...I did have two martinis last night. So I've blown my "perfection" this week. Of coures, I had an excuse (don't I always?):
Got a call late yesterday afternoon from a college friend who is the closest thing to a brother I will ever have. Like Vickie, I have known him for almost 30 years (gulp!). He said he had two things to tell me that were bad news.:
Number one: he has prostate cancer. Like me, he's 47. He is having surgery next month and is sure all will be ok, but his dad died of prostate cancer that metastasized and, frankly, just hearing that this dear friend has the Big C really freaked me out. I feel sick at my stomach just thinking about it.
Number two: he's getting divorced. He's been married for about 14 years and it's been bad for a few. This is not bad news to me really because I know he wasn't happy in his marriage, but it is very hard for him.
What is it with my friends getting cancer this year? This is the second one in 8 months. And it SUCKS.