Feb 27 2003
For better or for worse
It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood, but it’s not going to be a fun one for my [much, much] better half. In the true spirit of “for better or for worse” (good thing I’m so bad at math, because I suspect that the “worse” John has endured since marrying me far surpasses the “better” to the point that I owe him a National Debt sized amount of “better”, and I don’t think either of us will live long enough to pay it off), John has taken the day off to accompany my mother to her oncologist appointment.
We are hoping that he can get some answers on her current condition and her prognosis. She has breast cancer and it has spread into her bones. We know she won’t beat it, but we’d like to know what to expect and roughly how much time she has left. It’s been really frustrating up to this point. Partly because all the information we have been getting has been through Mom, whose grasp of reality tends to be on the creative side, and partly because we cannot seem to effectively communicate with the doctors.
I am convinced that both people mechanics and car mechanics deal differently with women than men. Car mechanics tend to inflate the bill. People mechanics tend to be condescending. Neither seems to feel compelled to tell a girl the truth. So I’m hoping that John can talk to the doctor man to man and find out what’s going on.
While he’s doing that, I’m going to work as usual then go and get my hair cut. It’s the true ideal of socialism in action: each according to his ability. But I’m nominating him for Husband of the Year on the way home.