Day 89
February 17, John's 22nd birthday. Wednesday night several friends of his dropped by, Jonas, Jackie and Dan, to hang out. We all had dinner and not long after John faded and went to bed. He seems a part of such things, but also somehow apart, uncomfortable if he thinks he is the center of attention, or if his disease is the elephant on the table that everyone sees, but won't mention.
This isn't about me, but today was a hard one for me. Work went badly, with someone actually refusing to do work, and no one to handle some priority needs, but at least those that earned it were able to receive a well deserved award for the company.
I made it home feeling sorry for myself and a bit shaken by a semi that tried to change lanes with me in his blind spot. Debbie was out of town. John was there at his computer, quietly working away on Zorro and Ester. We sat and talked about geeky things for an hour or so. I introduced him to BoingBoing, a top blog that I use to sense what Internet and Privacy issues are on the minds of the early user set. He pointed out PennyArcade, which is the informal publishing house for Internet comics and those aspiring to be.
We ordered pizza, the closest thing to a cake, pie or any dessert he cares for, and used it to celebrate his birthday. John and I talked about the history of his comic characters, how he has evolved them, others he might add and whether he should start something new at #300, which comes up soon.
The two of us celebrated his birthday at the kitchen table that way. For most of the time, we didn't even notice the elephantine question there of whether we would see 23.
He has another round of the usual tests Friday and will probably spend the day getting blood and such. We plan to see the doctors in the morning to discuss his transplant and get a sense of timing. There should be some news to report from that.
For now, it's just a hard day that I wanted to be special. Adrennalin (spell check isn't working), which is what I live on, doesn't work well against the small indignities that wear you down.
This isn't about me, but today was a hard one for me. Work went badly, with someone actually refusing to do work, and no one to handle some priority needs, but at least those that earned it were able to receive a well deserved award for the company.
I made it home feeling sorry for myself and a bit shaken by a semi that tried to change lanes with me in his blind spot. Debbie was out of town. John was there at his computer, quietly working away on Zorro and Ester. We sat and talked about geeky things for an hour or so. I introduced him to BoingBoing, a top blog that I use to sense what Internet and Privacy issues are on the minds of the early user set. He pointed out PennyArcade, which is the informal publishing house for Internet comics and those aspiring to be.
We ordered pizza, the closest thing to a cake, pie or any dessert he cares for, and used it to celebrate his birthday. John and I talked about the history of his comic characters, how he has evolved them, others he might add and whether he should start something new at #300, which comes up soon.
The two of us celebrated his birthday at the kitchen table that way. For most of the time, we didn't even notice the elephantine question there of whether we would see 23.
He has another round of the usual tests Friday and will probably spend the day getting blood and such. We plan to see the doctors in the morning to discuss his transplant and get a sense of timing. There should be some news to report from that.
For now, it's just a hard day that I wanted to be special. Adrennalin (spell check isn't working), which is what I live on, doesn't work well against the small indignities that wear you down.
