The Bad News

They say that hearing the bad news always makes the good news sound so much better but I don’t believe that. A couple of weeks ago my brother-in-law was diagnosed with stage four cancer, a word that already has horrible opinions in my family. I wrote a blog awhile back about my father and his own fight with cancer and I wont get into any specifics about it but we’ll say that it changed everything.

When my sister heard that her husband has stage four cancer her mind shut down and all she could see were the same events already played through with our father. They always say that the bad news can’t really hurt anyone but I think the phone call waiting for the bad news can.

She called me at work, on my long day, eleven to eight, at three-thirty and said what’s going on. I wanted to call her, to text even, but I couldn’t, not in the middle of work. I tried to play through the rest of the day with a smile and act like myself but how could I when this was in the back of my mind? I would say where it started but I don’t want to disclose that kind of information for you all to read. Unless he approves.

That was the bad news. The good news is that my brother-in-law will be OKAY! He’ll start chemo and everything should be in tip-top shape. He’ll still lose his hair and it will still be a little painful but he’ll make it through it. Trust me, if he can stand my sister going through wedding details he can stand chemo.

So. Okay. Moving on from sober, sad stuff… I hung out with a lesbian four days ago. A lesbian! I haven’t hung out with a lesbian since high school. And can we just say that their hairstyles are getting shorter every damn time I see one. Damn.

A quick note on the Golden Globes. Amy and Tina were as funny as ever and Jennifer Lopez’s slit on her dress ran all the way up to her clit, I mean my God. One flash to the camera and it would’ve been Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct.

The Oscar nominations came out this morning and when I found out that Gone Girl, one of my favorite movies EVER, WASN’T nominated I cried. No Best Picture, no Adapted Screenplay. Nothing!

I also started a diet. No soda, bread, pasta, rice, or sweets. It’s been a week and half and I’m getting withdrawals from having no soda. Literally I woke up last night sweating and a little dizzy. This diet is trying to kill me.

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Please if you have time visit this link and read about my sister and her husband. But please, only if you have the time. Thanks! 

http://www.gofundme.com/helpsebastianfight

Joe.