First, the sad, sad news about the Burgess family and the loss of their son.  

Then, I got an e-mail from my friend Karen's husband.  Karen, you may recall, is my friend in Maryland who was diagnosed Christmas 2006 with Non-Hodgkins Lymphoma.  They caught it in time and just she was in remission a whole month when it came back, a cancerous tumor in her face.  My husband and I went to vist her in September.  In December, she was going back to the hospital for a stem cell replacement.  They were going to harvest her healthy stem cells, give her a "chemo blast" (an extremely heavy duty blast) to kill all the cells, and then replant the healthy cells.


Dammit, dammit, dammit.

This is the part I hate about living far away; I can't go to visit her in the hospital.  I can't be there for her.  We've been friends 20 years this summer and I wish I could do something.

Mostly, I wish to God she were healthy again.

Right now, the tears won't come.  They're there, but they won't come out.