A post I wouldn't read.

     Basically the vacation has culminated in my sisters hospitalization.  I really can't even remember most of yesterday morning,  Almost would be hard to fathom that I would even be emotional.  I take nothing I've said back, but behind the words, my actions always, conveyed love and support.  Really?  I'm tearing up this is pathetic beyond belief.

     She's in the hospital, I'm going to see her today.  Basically there is a lot of bleeding from somewhere.  Her cervix does need to be removed.  And one of the Dr.s said it was cancer, although the story there is species at best.

     Throw in the bullshit that occurred with her job, I'll just say she's retiring.  If she dies I will let you all know, probably, no promises.

     Brother in law is a wreck, I'm a bit better. That's the stupid part.  I should be fine because nothing is definitive yet  I tend to think it is because of what happened at her job that breaks me up.  A person fighting for their life does not need that stress. 

     So this Dr., who is part of a team that was recommended by the hospital said there is no hope and we should plan for hospice.  We're going to eventually try John's Hopkins in the city.  A veritable panoply of crap awaits.

     My main issue is keeping it together. 

     So if we don't return to our normally scheduled broadcast you now have a reason.  Thanks for listening.  Read this half aloud to hear my voice and work out the emotion.  ugh. 

Later.