Tuesday, January 20, 2015
My former boss/mentor emailed today that the prognosis for his metastasized cancer is 6-12 months. He'd been keeping his friends informed about diagnosis and treatment, but this was the first time he told us what to expect. It's brutally sobering news, and I think my brain has numbed itself in self-protection. These months will go by quickly. I cannot imagine what he and his family will go through. And selfish creature that I am, I am sitting here feeling sorry for myself because I may not have a chance to see him again. Am thinking if it would be weird for me to fly out there to visit him, or whether that would be morbid? Maybe I can try to plan a small reunion, or would that be too much to put him through? I need to sleep on this and ask cooler minds in the morning.