We have arrived in Houston at our home away from home for a week and a few. Eternally grateful for all the amazing helpers, near and far, making this possible. Seriously, cannot thank you enough. There are no words. We love you. So much.
Ross told me a few days ago that he had named his tumor, “Lenny.” This made me smile because this has been an inside joke between Ross and me for years. When something bad occurred, the universe gave us a raw deal, or when we were just frustrated, we would always cry, “Dammit Lenny!” or shake our heads in disappointment at this imaginary being and mutter the same.
Giving a name to our would-be villian, allowed us the opportunity to vocalize our frustration. By experiencing some catharsis, we could move on from frustration to find a solution.
I’ve read that sometimes it’s hard to separate disease from yourself. Thinking that you have failed in some way, being broken. With the invention of Lenny, we are able to find the humor in a pretty sucky situation.
Tomorrow is the big day. Ross gets his radioactive eye grill. Early morning. Phew. Let’s do this.
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