I know I've been least in sight recently, or light in content. There's been a reason for that.
Some of you, over the years, have heard the stories of my dad, the medical Energizer Bunny. Heart attacks? Pshaw. Parkinsons? Keep on truckin'. Gout? Okay, no more organ meats, whatever. Coronary blockage? His heart adapted. Hernia? Sew it up and move on. But at 84 my dad has finally met the roadblock even he can't get around: cancer. Specifically, metastatic osteosarcoma.
And we discovered it purely by chance - a combination of post-hernia surgery swelling and high fever landed him in the ER, and a chain of events led to oncology getting involved. And three weeks later, here we are. As I said to a friend, it's like treading water after a wreck, and waiting for the sharks to come. You know there will be sharks, you just don't know if it will be a hammerhead, or a great white.
So. If I've not responded to your email or phone call, or missed a deadline (or had to bail out on something), it's not that I don't love you. But I'm going to have to beg your indulgence for a little while longer.
(Ironically, I'm currently editing a manuscript that opens with a cancer diagnosis. I know an editor's supposed to pick up all sorts of knowledge, because you never know when it will be helpful, but the timing on this was a little sharp.)
Comments are closed on this. I know y'all want to offer your sympathy, but right now I'm just going to take it as a given. :-) If you're a close enough friend to have my personal phone number, feel free to call.