23 and me
It Was A Very Good Year? Packing all weekend. Almost. I did other interesting things. Took the dog to the vet, mowed the lawn, restacked boxes. I am a nonstop movable feast. Yesterday, a friend of Jenny's was in town with his wife and kid. We haven't seen this guy in 23 years. Wild. Anyway, he learned she was dying, so they planned a road trip from Irvine to Seattle. We had breakfast at Lulu's. We talked all things cancer, mostly. There was crying and sorrow, but also glimpses of hope in the conversation. Then, Jenny turned to me and asked if I knew what her cancer marker # is as of the most recent measurement. I asked if she wanted me to lie or tell the truth, and obviously she wanted the truth. I told her 15k. She went white. "That's almost double," she said quietly, trying to sound less terrified than she was. She went to see Sheila last night, and when she got home, she almost immediately start...