@edgarblythe,
Thanks, edgar.
My cousin didn't want a big deal made of it, so we didn't. We're Boston
Irish -- we can pretend nothing's wrong in the middle of a plague. (Oops,
there goes Aunt Maureen. Just stack her in the corner for the cart.
Eggnog?) He was a little tired-looking and his skin was blotchy, but
otherwise he looked and acted OK. The chemo hasn't cost him any hair yet.
I was OK untl the next morning. I remembered telling him at my daughter's
wedding that the only time I almost lost it was when Rhys was reading. He
said, "Yeah, me too." The reading had been from
Charlotte's Web and part
of it was
Winter will pass, the days will lengthen, the ice will melt in the pasture
pond. The song sparrow will return and sing, the frogs will awake, the
warm wind will blow again. All these sights and sounds and smells will be
yours to enjoy, Wilbur—this lovely world, these precious days . . .
