During my workshop last week, i had a chance to catch up with a friend i hadn’t seen much over the past few years. He was diagnosed with stage 3 colon cancer last winter, and is about halfway through his ‘hell year’ of treatment. GP and his wife, DP, are simply adorable humans. Favorite memory was from a Halloween party, where he showed up as a smokin’ hot pirate, and she was dressed scantily in a black mini skirt and jewel-encrusted mesh top…. as “The Pirate’s Booty”.
Asking GP how he was doing, i was amazed to learn that he is currently undergoing aggressive chemo. He really showed no outward signs of feeling poorly, just maybe a little tired. Working through it, although he said he has had some pretty grim days. Radiation, major surgery, now chemo… he’s facing one more surgery in January to repackage his intestinal parts.
His wife, DP, was very sweet when i was diagnosed in 2006, bringing me silly gifts, booze and chocolate to cheer me on. i asked him how she was managing – with two active children at home, part time job, she was always on the move. GP explained that she seemed very scared, was hovering a little, and always wanted to be close to him – which was ok with him.
daisyfae: If there’s anything i can do for you or the family, please let me know. Maybe just taking DP out for lunch some day and getting her drunk is what y’all need?
GP: Well, I’ve been telling her that since I got cancer, she owes me a three-way…