I’ve been avoiding this post.  Kind of like when you smash a big spider in your garage and then avoid that spot for a while because you remember the unpleasantness.  The big fat spider is cancer.  And I can’t squish even though I’d literally give anything to do just that.  Chet’s cancer is back.  It makes me feel heavy and useless…oh yeah, and mad as hell!

Before this news came to us, we had such a lovely visit with them that I just want to hold onto to that.  The hot air pushed by the hum of fans, ice cold iced tea or margaritas on the patio while the kids played in the back yard water park.  Nothing extraordinary.  Just being together and laughing .. a lot.

I can’t say anymore.