The Peanut Chronicles

Saturday, February 11, 2006

Remember how I was worried about the third thing of the bad things in threes?

The third shoe drops.

I was waiting for it to happen. Today, right before the baby shower, it fell hard and fast leaving me with no wind in my gut and in a sense of fog. My cousin Kim, mom of Julia (19) and Anna (17), of the Joseph Clan, has terminal cancer. She’s 52. According to Carol, the mama of the whole clan and Kim’s mom in law, it’s pancreatic and spread to her liver.

Needless to say, once again, the shock has set in of death etc. Pancreatic cancer is usually a death sentence from anywhere from 2 months to no more then a year away. Average? Three months. I was just chatting with her at Xmas too.

Jules is upset. Well, no shit. I sent her an email and said if you wanna talk let me know. My mom died when I was 20. Jules is at my Alma matter studying social work with all my former professors. We are a lot a like. She said she didn’t want to talk. I said, I get it but the offer always stands. Not much else you can say after that.

Holy shit.

Then I had to go to my baby shower. There will be more on that later because I am exhausted and although I think I pulled off a really good face during the shower, shocked out of my mind and depressed. Go figure.

Oh yeah, and since I am due in about 3 weeks and I have to do my thesis, these entries are going to get slimmer and slimmer. Sorry.