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fuzzygrufI don't mention my father, Jim, on here much. Guess I figure if I don't say anything than everything will stay ok.
He found out last summer that he has bone cancer. In three spots. Life expectancy is usually less than 6 months. It's been nearly a year since the diagnosis.
He is on some good painkillers. He gets patches of various strengths to help. He seems to keep his spirits up. We email at least once a week. I'm not a big phone person, and I'm thrilled he uses email. He lives in Rome, New York, which is near the center of that state. His wife, my evil stepmother, is a nurse. Finally she is proving useful.
He forgot my birthday last week, which is no biggie. I forget birthdays all the time. He did send me a great note this morning apologizing. He was happy to hear that about 30 guys showed up to my party. He said that he doesn't think he knows even 20 people to invite to a party. He'll be 70 in November. Hope I have more than 20 pals if I make it to 70. Maybe I should send out the e-vite now. I'll be 70 and Steve will 87. My dad will be nearing 100. Bring a gift.
