Ok, I should note right away: she doesn't like to be called Emma. Her second name is Claire. So, we'll be calling her "Claire".
Claire called me today. She didn't have much time to talk. She was on her way to organize local Democrats who hoped to unseat a Republican for County Commissioner. This was the first time that Claire had called me in quite a long time. I usually have to call Claire. I was amazed that she found my phone-number. Her address book is about two inches thick. Hundreds of people wait for her letters, just because whe never writes back.
She can't do email. She has an idea that if an arrow on the screen points to an icon, that's good enough.
So, Aunt Emma called me yesterday. That was good of her. Usually, I have to call her.
Here's what I found out yesterday. I have squamous-cell lung cancer. The good news is that's the least invasive form. The bad news is that the best-case scenario is removal of the left lung. I didn't tell Aunt Emma about the surgery option, just that I would see the good doctors next Wednesday. Probably, I am just going to get palliative care.
Here's the good news: we are all connected in a wave of love that spans the Universe.
I got a call today - out of the blue - from a guy I'd supervised back in the nineties. Whoa. I can't count how many lunches we shared (I always treated, for the pleasure of his company). He's been calling around - now, there will be a party weekend-after-next at Cafe Adobe. So far, ten people have signed up. Could life be any sweeter? I won't have to drive. I think I'll get two margaritas out of the deal, although the doctors say I must not drink.
I think I might invite a few more people. It would be swell to have a great send-off.
Anyone who has "concerns" about Obama: listen up! You're missing the point. Vote in my place. Straight-ticket. You know what to do.
"No" I am "not" Edscan. He's pretty "cool", though.