Tropic of Cancer...

March hath arrived.

Escaped February's clutches once more, this time without too much incident. Well...

There is the matter of a friend of mine in hospital for a deadly serious case of metastasized skin cancer that has laid him out in ICU due to a major blockage of his left lung. He originally went in because of serious chest pain and impending pneumonia, which required some minor heart surgery (if one can call ANY heart surgery minor) and while he was there, he was treated to a lovely surprise of the discovery of metastasized melanoma in his lung -- HOOORAAAAY for that! That's LOTS of fun!

He is currently off the ventilator and the feeding tube after a harrowing week in a medically-induced coma. They've started radiation treatment and it was pretty much not expected to survive to this point.

It sucks because Larry is a pretty awesome kind of guy. Good sense of humor and a fairly positive outlook on life. I know he has the strength to battle through this shit and defeat the odds. And the long term odds aren't all that cheerful.

So, I close this entry and shall start another because my prattling has a time and place and talking about a friend in serious trouble just isn't in the same league as my usual anti-February rant. For those who do so and are of a mindset to set aside a few moments of prayer or well wishes for a perfect stranger who's friend is most likely a perfect stranger to his readers, I would be most grateful.

May we find a cure to that fecking gobshite prat known as cancer and may we one day be able to liken it to a mild case of the sniffles, easily treated by some chicken soup and an aspirin in that happy future time in the future.