Name on Ravelry: JessicaJean, no hyphen, no space.
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Life can suck!
After things reopened post-Covid, our once populous knitting meeting was reduced to only three regular attendees.
Now, the youngest is suddenly hospitalized, and it’s serious. After days if assorted scans, biopsies, and an initial radiation treatment, she’s been transferred from the trauma centre where the paramedics had taken her earlier this week to the oncology department in a non-trauma centre hospital. She’s still parked in a corridor, but it’s “a better corridor”; it’s a brand-new building as opposed to a very old one. What did all those examinations find? Scads of tumours scattered around her body! The radiation treatment is targeting the one the doctors deem most urgent.
She’s sixty-something.
I turn 78 this month.
The eldest is eighty-something.
All three of us have Type 2 diabetes and a host of minor ills - mostly due to simply ageing.
Both of them were heavy smokers for decades.
When my father complained that getting old ain’t for sissies, I was relatively young and didn’t understand. It made me laugh! A few decades later, I’m not laughing anymore.
After things reopened post-Covid, our once populous knitting meeting was reduced to only three regular attendees.
Now, the youngest is suddenly hospitalized, and it’s serious. After days if assorted scans, biopsies, and an initial radiation treatment, she’s been transferred from the trauma centre where the paramedics had taken her earlier this week to the oncology department in a non-trauma centre hospital. She’s still parked in a corridor, but it’s “a better corridor”; it’s a brand-new building as opposed to a very old one. What did all those examinations find? Scads of tumours scattered around her body! The radiation treatment is targeting the one the doctors deem most urgent.
She’s sixty-something.
I turn 78 this month.
The eldest is eighty-something.
All three of us have Type 2 diabetes and a host of minor ills - mostly due to simply ageing.
Both of them were heavy smokers for decades.
When my father complained that getting old ain’t for sissies, I was relatively young and didn’t understand. It made me laugh! A few decades later, I’m not laughing anymore.