Sunday, March 13, 2016
Tomorrow my favorite brother-in-law George goes under the knife for his cancer. He has responded very well to the chemo and radiation; one of his tumors has disappeared, and the other has shrunk. He's done so well that they made the operation earlier rather than later, and they give him very good prospects for total remission. That said, it's always a scary time. I know that only too well. Here are a couple of funny pictures. He's wearing a Mohawk because his hair was falling out, and his sons thought it would be funny. In the first, kissing my 92 year old mother, who last year thought she was 84, and this year thinks she is 91 because "91 is 16 turned upside-down". May I never be that mad. The other two are self-explanatory.