It Could Be Worse

Annushka left a message for me this evening.

As best as I can make out, she has a tumor in her chest. I don't think it's in her lungs. She has an appointment with another doctor - her biopsy was done at the Jersey Hospital of Death, so I think going to another hospital is a really smart idea.

Slowly but matter of factly, Annushka told me that if the surgeon can get to it, it's just a matter of cutting it out. (Am assuming this is with no vital bits of organs attached.) Otherwise it's chemotherapy and/or radiation.

The Jersey Hospital of Death is where Charlie (my father-in-law) died.

I'm so glad she's staying away from there. I know it's been a very long time, but I never want to go back to that place. Ever.

In the meantime, I will call her back and be matter of fact back at her and we will both be mature and reasonable adults and as Annushka prefers, there will be no dramatics.

I know it could be (and might yet still be) so much worse. So very much worse.

I hope it can and will be as easy as she makes it sound, but somehow, I doubt it.