So it has been one week since I learned of my brother Stan’s passing. So many emotions. I was never very close to Stan but I am still very saddened to hear of his death. I had heard on March 2nd that he was very sick. Rich & Mary were going to try to get him moved up to MA for his final days. Alas, that was not to be.
So the memorial service will be on Saturday from 1-3 pm in NYC (see the obit for details). Rich and Mary and her boyos will attend. I will not be attending. I figured it would cost about $1000 to fly from LAX to NYC and add a couple nights of hotel. We are watching the grandkids this weekend. I have other reasons that I don’t feel the need to share.
The planning was particularly difficult because we were all separated by 1000’s of miles. CA, FL, MA, and NY all figure into the mix
His death made be feel about my own mortality and that my death might be closer than I ever thought. It reminded me that I need to do a better job of communication with my wife to prepare her for the time that she might need to manage on her own.
So here’s my advice to men out there. Listen to you wife. If she suggests that you go see your doctor about some pain that you are feeling. Go see the doctor, it might save your life.
So the group tends to be an unofficial support group. We tended to chat on the benches by the bus stop. It is good to get it out. It’s a bit tough to talk on the bus due to road noise.
Also, it seems that the length of treatment varies for each person. Some folks are up for only 5 treatments. Some like me are in for the long hall at 30.
Today was 15th radiation treatment. 15 more to go. So far so good. Last treatment is on July 5.
Today I had my first radiation treatment at Kaiser in Hollywood. It took a solid hour and a half to drive up there. The drive is worse than the treatment. My appointment was at 08:24, so I was driving at prime traffic time.
calherewecome 