kvetching up

I am tired.  No, I am exhausted. I am in coach, a daughter on my left, a daughter on my right. I have the attention span of a gnat, so while they are watching movies. Leiney, on my left, is watching The Santa Claus, while Abby is watching Tony Kushner's Angels in America. I saw both parts of the latter at the Seattle Repertory Theater back in the day, after reading Roy Cohn's biography. I wasn't prepared. I was in my 20s, and Kushner's storytelling overwhelmed me. I thought the Reagan era Republicans were the worst monsters. Given the number of people who they let die without lifting a finger and their continuing to propagate hatred toward gay men and IV drug users, it's hard to argue that they weren't Nazis. How many died during that time? How hard did ACT-UP have to fight to get the government and the people to care? How could we as a country just let people be left to the ravages of the virus? The hysteria--someone should juxtapose the way the culture respond...

  Entry 1     10:31 a.m. Woke this morning at 6:00 a.m.  with today squarely on my mind.  I am sitting outside the procedure room in the Jones Pavilion at Virginia Mason, almost exactly 13 months from the first time Jenny had a procedure done.  She is in with the health care professionals for a tumor biopsy of her liver. The women at the admitting desk tried to chase me away almost immediately. VM would prefer no one be in the building, save the workers and patients. I can't stand the idea of being farther away than necessary. They suggested I not come in at the entrance, but there is no bar, and Jenny needed  me to be with her. Largely empty corridor waiting room. Jenny had  blood work done, got some preliminary pictures taken (both done in the Buck Pavilion). We then walked or hobbled over here to Jones Pavilion.  She told me one of her mets on her liver is the distance between, bending her forefinger and thumb to show the size, about...