A day filled with phone calls – receiving them, making them. I don’t believe I’ve digested it all quite yet. My brother’s brain cancer has returned full force – seven tumors, one of them as large as the one previously removed by surgery. They can’t do radiation since he’s already had it. Other options? Chemo? Surgery? I haven’t learned the details yet. Just one – they are planning to place him under hospice care. Hospice is a great group of people. It doesn’t mean he’s dying soon, but it does mean the odds of a short time are more than survival. He will be 45 this April – I’ve assumed he will make it to April. All of this has made the possibility of losing him real.
I haven’t gotten comfortable with the thought of losing either of my parents. All the funerals of years past have been for others a step removed. Younger brothers aren’t supposed to die sooner than parents, sooner than me. We haven’t had a close relationship. We’ve just been brothers. I still love him. The thought of losing him soon hurts my heart. Tears come unbidden. We will make the most of today.
