When It Rains. . .

. . . it pours.

Last week my wife’s nephew was killed in a drowning accident; he was 17. My wife paid for her sister to come from Texas in order to attend the funeral. We were very busy with arrangements of all kinds and had to attempt to console and keep her sister “occupied,” if you will, while she was present. My wife’s sister left last night at 11 PM, back to Texas and her fiance.

Also yesterday, my father went back into the hospital. It wasn’t good. In a two year period, 2005 to 2006, he survived five major surgeries. Two of them were for colon cancer, two were resections from colostomies and one was an aneurism repair. He has been very tired again, he actually wanted to to go the emergency room yesterday. He will have many tests but it appears his red blood count is very low and his white cell count has literally skyrocketed. The ER doctor and the nurse both are thinking he has leukemia. At his age, 88, there isn’t much that can be done that wouldn’t be incredibly invasive and traumatic to his body. His prior doctor will see him today. We should know more.

In the meantime, I suspect posts will be sporadic. Please understand, and never fail to take the time to tell the people you love how you feel about them.

BZ

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19 thoughts on “When It Rains. . .

  1. My thoughts are with you and your wife and your entire family through this difficult time.

    I think these things happen to show us what’s really important in life and it’s not politics.

    These times bring us back down the Earth and put us back on track.

    Your so right BZ. Tell your loved ones each and everyday how much they mean to you.

    All the best.

  2. BZ I am in tears. I am so sorry for the loss of your nephew – how diffult for all of you. I can imagine how your wifes sister felt having lost my son who was also autistic like my present son, but savant, not high functioning as Joshua is – he snuck out of my house three days before Christmas and was killed by a drunk driver. He was black and the witnesses lied and said he was not speeding and told me bold face they would not betray their own for a white “B**ch.” People suck sometimes. But there are a lot of good people too that make up for those that suck. Your sister will be okay – it will always hurt, but we learn to go on and live even in the worst of all horrible things to happen – the loss of ones own child.

    I am truly saddened about your father. It hits home. My Dad is in good health for his age – 78 – albeit cholesterol meds and a stent in his heart a couple years ago plus a bout with malignant melanoma that in his case he was blessed that it was found early and never spread.

    But he has a new Internist, because the one he had has a terminally ill son so he sent his patients to this new Internist so he could be with his family.

    My Dad said he is a better doctor. He did a Doppler Echocardiogram on him and I guess it was OK sort of- my Mom said he doesn’t need open heart surgery, (but she always does the cloke and dagger thing – just personality fault of hers I have learned to accept). My Dad’s colonoscopy was OK, but still more tests because some artery or vein to the Kindey is blocked so they have to put a stent in it and or in his leg. I do not know enough except they are not telling me everything. Guess that is why I am crying – I know we all will die one day – but we only get one Mom and one Dad. I pray they are wrong and that your Dad does not have Leukemia. Maybe his anemic, which can mimic leukemia. May G-d bless him and all of you.

    Bless you BZ! You are all in my prayers.

  3. All: thank you for all your blessings. I’m going over to the hospital now to find out more. Unfortunately it sounds as though they’ll have to take a marrow biopsy and my understanding is that the femurs produce the greatest amount. I also understand it’s painful as hell.

    My wife’s sister is now back in Texas with her fiance, so she’s finding comfort there — he’s a minister and looking for a congregation, they just moved from another town. Her other son will be staying with the father for a while in Fornicalia.

    BZ

  4. Prayers and best wishes to you and yours, BZ..what a hard time.
    God bless. you’ll be missed here and you have your priorities straight.
    z

  5. BZ, I am so very sorry. I lost a nephew when he was 15, and watching my sibling suffer was excruciating.
    I wish the best for your Dad, and pray that he doesn’t suffer.
    God Bless,
    j

  6. BZ!
    I am sorry for being remiss!
    I’ll pass this on to Mrs Gawfer and we’ll both keep your family and father in prayer!

    I’m sorry bro.

    g

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