Wednesday, September 06, 2006
Brooding on Mortality
A good friend of mine is seriously ill, going for some surgery next week: lumpectomy and hysterectomy. I'm worried about what they'll find when the pathologists get their hands on her tumors, and I'm thinking: uh, oh, this is what Philip Roth was writing about in Everyman. I'm brooding on mortality here.
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3 comments:
Sending good thoughts to your friend.
Hard times. Give her a gentle hug and a warm squeeze of the hand from me, please.
Sorry about your friend's travails. I hope for a good recovery and good news for her.
Miracles still happen.
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