| July 7, 2000
I am headed for LA tonight - to see Fabio
tomorrow.
I have the dress, the shoes, the makeup. More
or less.
I have all pills, a notebook, books to read.
I will do my nails there (at the last minute
- they are still, of course, fracturing right and left. It will take months
for them to grow out normal).
And the news on my son is not good.
I am sure God knew that I would need a hug
in July - it has to be why, when I accidently (not really planned) won
Fabio in the BBGLA event, the date couldn't manage to get scheduled until
now.
I will know later today what we do next for
my younger son - chemo and radiation, prognosis, etc. I am trying really
hard to not think until then.
I just know I will need strong arms to give
me a very big hug by Saturday.
My older son took his brother out for pizza last night and will come up
and take him out to the movies this weekend while I am gone.
We live near Stanford - a center to diagnosis
and treat lymph node Lymphomoas.
We have specialists (two of them hopped on this - and about 30 pathologists
are reviewing the tissue).
He will not be leaving home (which is probably
why he has not packed or cleaned his room). Also why he hasn't bother
learning to drive. Yet.
I believe things work themselves out as they
need to be worked out.
So for now, I will seek comfort with a tall
blond, a list of questions from fans and a camera.
The dress is just fine.
I've lost weight this week.
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