dip the matzo in water before soaking it in egg.
drink wine that’s sweeter than slurpees
like my grandfather, eat bacon in the basement
because god can’t see you there.
and on sundays, the jews go for chinese.
it’s what we’ve always done.
consciously, i’m sure, back when my parents were young
and growing up in brooklyn.
but now it just comes naturally.
—–
so [...]
in england, allegedly, that’s what they call five pounds
in cockney rhyming slang.
deep sea.
short for deep sea diver.
fiver.
get it?
don’t believe the folks who say that brits are idiots
and can’t express themselves.
they can, and in spades.
so, now that you got it,
i should let you know that leanne got it too.
the deep sea, that is.
the deep sea diver.
the [...]
so, i know daniel wrote about the specialness of seconds… the choice, the return, etc. it is all true, yet there still is something magical about firsts….
it all started last weekend….. after we got the good news that my blood counts were all way up (we’ll see how they’ve held up tomorrow), we went [...]
cookies, prayer handkerchiefs from oklahoma, tea from ireland, green tea mochi from japan, scarves from san francisco, dinner sent by way of zug (switzerland), a pork sandwich, a bright pillowcase, a necklace filled with lucky sand, knit blanket squares from so many states, tulips from pittsburgh, roses from seattle, a beef stick, turnovers from next [...]
when we’re not in the hospital
or getting blood drawn
or giving neupogen shots on the couch
or putting spf 50 on leanne’s head
or breaking her pills in half so she can swallow them
or on the phone with the nurse
or slipping a thermometer in lee’s mouth
or putting cream on the skin covering her port
or filling up the red [...]
was with peter.
peter was my friend josh’s babysitter,
but had become josh’s family’s friend
when we were in high school and college.
peter had curly brown hair and also scored 1600 on his SATs
and was an engineering student at stanford while i was in college.
on a trip back to the midwest to visit family,
josh told me that peter’s [...]
ok, so, leanne beat me again.
and she did it in a repeat of the ass-whooping she gave me
on the first day of chemo.
chemo treatment 4 found me down in scrabble again
to a woman who was having intravenous benadryl and ativan
pumped into her chest (through a port that mysteriously
decided to behave).
her white cell count was borderline,
but [...]
