Pray for the Rabbit
What kind of cruel bastard of a god lets a tumor grow in my little brother's chest. A kid who's never done anything wrong in his life. (Certainly couldn't say that myself when I was his age.) The Rabbit is more caring, humble, well-mannered and mature than most people I know and he's younger than they are by far.
So light your buddha candles, dance Jamacian voodoo dances and pray to Jebus that the evilness in his chest is benign and today's surgery will end the madness.
We only just found all this out last night as K went into the hospital to find why his chest hurt. An x-ray and CAT scan later, a surgery was scheduled at a real hospital down here in Minneapolis to remove the nastiness. No one will know how nasty it is until a biopsy is done to determine if it's malignant. Of course we all hope for the best.
It's hard to imagine such a brilliant young guy having to deal with all this. I can't picture how scary it must feel to know that something like that is inside you. Feeding off you. Anyway - there's a whole plate of bitter anxiety for all of us to share as we wait for results.
I'm going to remain optimistic and be sure that the next post I right has a positive ring to it. Here's to hope and faith in medical technology.