Monday

OK so I usually keep things I know about people private but this one has me very upset. As I was taking Josh to school my marriage-material-neighbor, Paul summoned me and say "hey can I talk to you?" So I thought I did something wrong, funny how the inner-child comes out when someone says "we need to talk". So I stood there sheepishly and as he approached I said "ugh oh, what did I do?" He said "Oh no nothing, but I got some bad news. I have cancer of the kidney." Well, needless to say I was devastated. I adore Paul and I just stood there in shock. So he told me he wanted to talk to me. He said he would make us dinner and have us over so we can go over what to expect. I talked to him and his sister (always sweet as sugar) for about 15 minutes. I hugged him and did not want to let go. It took everything I had not to cry for him, though as I write this I am teary. On a good note, it sounds like it is contained. They will take his kidney and hopefully that will be the end of it. There are so many things I want to do right now. I want to meal plan for him, go over and talk to him, sit with him and let him know things will be ok. But I am strapped to 2 children who also need me right now. So I will plan a time to go over. I want to cook dinner and have him over here. So I need to do some planning. I have surgery Friday and I am booked all day Thursday with pre-op stuff. So I need to figure it all out. I am incredibly sad for him. I really hate cancer.

I want to end my blog with that. Nothing else should be written today. Paul deserves a post to himself. Please keep him in your thoughts.