Tuesday, March 20, 2007


Ack, we found out over the weekend that my mother-in-law Jean has a bad form of cancer, and it's really thrown us for a loop. The worse assessment only gives her three months. She's really terrific and has never really been sick before. She's in her eighties, so it's not the tragedy it is with a younger person. I should mention that I've been married 25 years, so Jean is a big part of my life. Flying out in shifts, tough work ahead.



Kelly McClymer said...


Hugs to you and yours. It doesn't matter when it happens, cancer is scary and happens with such indefinite lines (my uncle was given two weeks and lived eighteen good months, my father was given two years, and managed five months).

Cherish your moments as you fly out in shifts. Our culture doesn't embrace the end of life as well as we should, but it happens whether we fret, fume, or gather close and simply love each other.

My thoughts will be with you, and with Jean.


Micol Ostow said...

What Kelly said. My grandfather lived for two years after his diagnoses, when he was given six months. But it's always difficult. My thoughts are with you and your family.

Little Willow said...

My thoughts are with you and your family.

I just lost my cat on Sunday. The vet said the longest she has EVER seen anyone with her condition: six months, max. Holly: four years.