I opened my in-box to a painful surprise just now. A heavy letter struck me hard.
My friend Spike has cancer.
I’m reading over Elaine and Spike’s accounts of how they’re getting through this, and it seems like some sort of war where no one can be blamed. Chemo and crying. I can’t imagine how they’re doing really, though I know the upbeat will still be there. I know they’re holding eachother.
There was a get-together on my birthday, before the chemo began, but I didn’t know in time. The house is pretty much locked down now against sickness and germs. I think I have to nab a smack of organic veggies and deliver it, welcoming myself to thier neighborhood with a solace piece of gift. I don’t really know what to say. This is too big to swallow, I feel it catching in my throat.
Please the world, allow her to triumph.