I'd like to apologize right off the bat if this post seems theatrical. I am a little high strung right now. I learned yesterday that someone very close to me has cancer... again. He goes by the name of Twiddler. Rather than tell his story, you can read it in his own words here.
I've known Twid for years now. Though we've never actually "met", he's become very special to me. He's my partner in both business and crime. Most importantly, he's become my friend. Probably my best friend.
I knew he was going to the doctor yesterday and though I tried not to worry, it was on my mind all day. I kept waiting for the text message to my cell phone telling me that everything was fine. Instead I got the news I didn't want to think about. I saw the word "cancer" and felt like I'd been punched in the stomach. Since I got the news, I've become completely bipolar. Crying hysterically one moment and feeling absolutely optimistic the next. But most of all, I feel helpless. I wish I could beat the stupid cancer with a baseball bat, but I can't. Given that an entire continent seperates us, I can't even give him a hug or squeeze his hand.
Since all I can do is be here for him whether he wants to laugh or cry or just carry on with business as usual, I've decided to put all my energy into raising money for RFL. Though it may not help my friend directly, it makes me feel proactive. Expect to see some goods in the next few days with 100% of the proceeds going directly to the ACS. I'm brainstorming some other ways to donate as well, so keep an eye out for those too.
And forgive me if I'm scatterbrained, slow or distracted. I can't seem to keep my mind on a linear path for more than five minutes at a time. Which I'm sure shows in this post. :P I'll end it now before it spins off into chaos. So in closing:
I love you, Twid. Big BIG hugs!
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