Cancer

[anogete]

Our accountant, my partner in silly, blatant office sexual innuendo has been diagnosed with liver cancer. He's been in a foul mood the last two weeks - a mood that I couldn't even help him joke his way out of. He finally came clean this morning and told a few people about the news. Over the years he's had several different forms of cancer, including two different skin cancers. On top of that, the poor guy has Crohn's disease which prevents his body from absorbing a great deal of the vitimins he requires from the food he eats. His ex-wife moved to California about a year ago and he's been feeling alone because he has no family in town. A few months ago he went into the hospital for a procedure on a Friday morning. I got a call at work on Monday from a nurse at the hospital. He had asked her to call his office and let me know that he wouldn't be in that day because there were complications. I ordered flowers and had them delievered to his room, then organized a group expedition to the hospital to visit him since he hadn't gotten any other visitors. So I can only imagine how much a blow this news about the liver cancer is to him. What a downer I am tonight...

Still re-watching all of those old Profiler episodes on DVD. Recently saw the one in which Jack (the resident serial killer) does his taxes. Took these screen captures because I thought it was cute. Yes, cute. The (my) mind works in mysterious ways.

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[anogete.livejournal.com]

That's a great nightly ritual! But I may be biased because it's my nightly ritual. Nothing better clean sheets and a great television show.