Again, I thought I was doing well dealing with the first Mother’s Day without one.
I slept in, and headed down to the waterfront for a 6-hour sail.
Unfortunately, I received a text from one of my closest friends. His partner went through cancer treatment last year, and all seemed successful. On Saturday, he was complaining of pain on one side of his body. He went to the hospital, where they found “a mass” on the left side of his brain. He’s meeting with a neurosurgeon as I write this.
I’m really scared, for both of them. I saw (what they showed of) the troubles they went through last year, and replaying that will be unbearable.
Without that, the last 3 days would have been one of the best weekends of the year. As it was, it was one of the shittiest.