"Do I contradict myself? Very well, I contradict myself. I am vast. I contain multitudes." -Walt Whitman
Monday, January 30, 2006
Saturday, January 28, 2006
the waiting is the hardest part
the bone scan found nothing abnormal. the cat scan was postponed until today. still no word on the biopsy.
tv commercial: "if you've decided to give up smoking, here's something you should know -"
me: "yeah, if you don't quit, you could end up in the hospital with a big-ass tumour in your chest and not a big-ass chance of survival.
good night all."
Bitter, party of one.
Thursday, January 26, 2006
cat scan and bone scan
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
don't know what you're up to tomorrow, but angel's got plans.
she couldn't breathe, so we went to the ER.
there's a mass, the size of a child's fist, in the center of her chest.
Friday, January 20, 2006
a minor miracle
here's how the story was told to me. or at least, here's how i remember it.
edna was my grandmother on my father's side. she was a kind, god-fearing woman. i spent a week or two each summer with a cousin visiting at edna's house, where she lived with my aunt. sometime before i turned ten, edna died.
edna's sister grace begat george, my father's cousin. cousin george is a capuchin friar, and the pastor of our lady of the blessed sacrament in guam. in december 2002, super typhoon (yes, that's what they call 'em when the winds are at 150-175 mph) pongsona devastated guam. george was blown out a second story window, luckily surviving without any serious injuries. the friary was not so fortunate - the building was destroyed.
it took a year to raise the money to begin the rebuilding of the friary in earnest. a local historian was granted permission to sift through the basement rubble in the hopes of finding items to salvage for the guam historical society. he unearthed an old valise, the property of a capuchin who had died years before pongsona buried his belongings beneath his friary. opening the suitcase, the historian discovered molded vestal garments and, below them, a chalice.
he cleaned the chalice as best he could and then handed it to george, certain george would recognize it and be grateful for its return. george was puzzled, having never seen the chalice before.
he was stunned, therefore, to discover the detail that had made the historian certain george would recognize the goblet. the chalice was engraved along the bottom rim. it was a name.
no one in the family has any idea where the chalice originated, or knew of its existence prior to its discovery in the ruins of a friary in guam. no one knows when, where, or why it came to be engraved with my grandmother's name; nor is it known how it came to her nephew's church a half a world away from where she lived and died. no one knows how long it lay in the valise, or how the deceased friar came to possess it.
today george brings the chalise with him on his occasional sojourns stateside. not too terribly long ago, he used the chalice while celebrating mass in a house on long island for family and friends. of course, it was edna's house.
a homecoming of sorts, i suppose.
Thursday, January 12, 2006
my dog has got my folks trained pretty well now. angel and i have always rewarded the dog with a treat for taking care of business. but only serious business, not just the let's-water-the-grass kind of business. my folks - mom in particular - started giving the dog a treat any time she let him back in the house from a backyard excursion. this was usually three times a day or so. now the dog barks to go outside everytime someone comes within 100 yards of the back door. this is in the hopes that he'll be let out, so he can run a circle in the yard, come back in, and get a treat.
i swear that dog is gaining weight.
Friday, January 06, 2006
one for the geeks
rather than use a traditional software development lifecycle model, like the waterfall model or spiral model, we've decided on a novel paradigm for our current project: the mercury model. with the mercury SDLC, we work with a constantly morphing semisolid mass that never reaches a state of permanance.
and of course, it'll kill us all in the end.
Wednesday, January 04, 2006
it went over well
"this pillow has magical properties"
"i have a new best friend"
"i'm never getting up, ever"
she named it Frank.