That which doesn't kill us merely postpones the inevitable.
Tuesday, April 03, 2007
Today is the 27th birthday of my most magnificent eldest son, Mr. Phi Beta Kappa, the musical prodigy and bona fide geek. He's living in Ohio now with the his brilliant and beautiful fiancé, Ms. Phi Beta Kappa, who is attending grad school there. He's now officially older than I was when he was born, and also infinitely smarter, saner, wiser, and more mature (in the very best possible way).
May I just say that whatever else has gone wrong in my life, wherever else I've fucked up or fallen or failed, my sons have been a never-ending source of pride and joy, fascination and hilarity. Have a very happy year, sweetie! I love you.
A single woman in my fifties, in debt, no income, no health insurance, and then that grapefruit-sized tumor wedged between my lungs turns out to be a malignant high-grade highly aggressive stage IV lymphoma. How much worse can it get? Bwahahaha! Stay tuned and find out.