Cancer

Well, my friend Robert has some kinda serious lymphatic cancer. It’s scary. He’s as young as my dad. In fact the two were old high school buddies, same grade and all. Robert is a good guy. He is married with two young kids… he has a long way to go in life. I hope the chemo knocks the cancer to hell without dangerously affecting his quality of life. Him and my dad use to be roomies when I was eight. When I’d go to stay with my dad on weekends, Robert was cool with it. Only know do I realize what a generous guy he was. Every other weekend he had to put up with benz-oh, jue, and me. I never heard him complain about the arrangement. God, we probably drove him bonkers! Thanks, Robert. Thanks for putting up with us three holy terrors. Thanks for teaching me that being smart is cool. My thoughts are with you, Robert.

...and so it was written, shenry at 6/20/2002 09:14:00 AM.
...and so it was appended with .