My brother was diagnosed with lung cancer, lost half a lung, was told to expect six months – maybe, endured chemo and radiation and has been given clean bills of health for the last approximately 13 years or so. About five years ago when congestive heart failure raised the possibility I wouldn’t see the morning he was more concerned for my survival than I was. It was the same a few months later for my heart valve surgery. In other words there’s history.
Yesterday afternoon after doing the H&R Block thing with his (very recent) ex-wife he arrived back here and explained he’s intensely ill after a few days feeling out of sorts. By this morning he’s concerned because he started coughing up blood meaning either pneumonia or a return of the cancer.
Emotional stresses become physical stresses now more than I would have imagined in my youth (y’know, like until my late 40’s or early 50’s). Even though I diligently tried to convince myself he only has pneumonia (only pneumonia – what the heck is wrong with me?) the imagination ran rampant thinking what if it happened to be cancer returned.
Imagine getting laid off nearly a year ago with unemployment benefits now at an end, no insurance, no local doctor and gotta get treatment. It’s going on twelve hours since we left a local urgent care clinic and there are signs of improvement. Pneumonia was the diagnosis.
I’m an agnostic and a cynic but please, God, pneumonia is enough! OK?
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