Monday, January 21, 2013

You come out at night, that's when the energy comes

Jay goes in for surgery tomorrow, and if we're lucky, the mystery of the fourth tumor will be solved.  I'm anxious and worried and not a little bit scared about the whole thing, but this is just one more necessary step in this process.

I'll be keeping watch over him as he recovers, hoping for the best in all of this.

(And for those of you paying attention to the lyrics of the titles, no, I don't consider Jay to be a beautiful, fucked-up man. Beautiful, yes; fucked-up, no. Those lyrics refer to my vision of his cancer, not my vision of him.)

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