Well, I just learned that my kid brother has been diagnosed with Adenocarcinoma of the lower one third of his esophagus.
He lives in Grand Junction, Colorado, near my father. He was sent to Denver for some specialized test, so he's had more than one opinion. My father -- now 73 -- says they haven't told my brother yet, but the Doctors informed him -- my father -- that folks with this stuff usually die within five years.
My kid brother probably won't live to see forty. I was eighteen when he was born; changed that boy's diaper, baby-sat him on numerous occasions, took him to the zoo, et al. Never had any kids, always figured he'd be the one to "close my eyes" when the time came. Now it looks like it's going to be the other way around. The sort of thing that takes all the wind out of your sails.
There are those who say: "Life's a bitch and then you die."
Not true. No, life's a bitch . . . and then it has puppies.
So, if I seem to be "dragging," sorry. Got some things on my mind these days.