Cancer

I write this as my husband is heading out to visit my sister-in-law and her husband, Gary. He was diagnosed two weeks ago with cancer. He had been having pain in his lower back...figured it was sciatic (sp) problems and went on his merry, but painful, way. When the pain got unbearable, he headed to the hospital where they told him he had cancer in his bones, and lungs, and elsewhere. Today, he went for a needle biopsy, and they wouldn't do it because they were worried they'd puncture his lung. So they tried his adrenal gland (cancer there too?) I believe and he's bleeding a lot, so they're keeping him there.

Gary is a retired NYC police officer and a stand-up cook. He makes the best grilled onions for burgers and hot dogs, a mean pasta sauce, and the best hamburgers in the world. When the girls went to the choral festival, we stayed at their house for about 5 days. For two people with no children, they survived the three of us for a week. I'm sure they breathed a sigh of relief when we left, but we did manage some fun while we were there.

If you happen to be reading this, please say a prayer for Gary and Kim.