Well, I have to say that I thought twice about yesterday’s post. I was afraid that maybe I’d finally crossed the line with all the “suck my dick” talk. First I thought about the poor, nice, unsuspecting reader who might be visiting my blog for the first time and then gets assaulted by that crap. Then I thought of all the perverts who are now sure to be coming to my site because they’ve Googled “suck my dick.” Great. Hi, guys.
But when the comments came in from my dear, sweet readers saying, “Yeah, fuck cancer! Cancer can suck my dick, too!” I started feeling glad about throwing the filthy talk out there. It was actually empowering. I mean, how often do women get to say something so in-your-fucking-face, and with such conviction? Man, it felt good! Of course, I’m sure I’m the only person on earth who’s ever gotten an email from her daughter asking, “Who is Elisabeth Kubler Ross and why should she suck your dick?”
Sorry, there’s just no smooth segue… Go pour yourself a coffee or hit the john and come back.
Okay, here’s the latest on Beautiful Aunt Joyce. It’s not good; I guess the doctors are projecting 2-14 days. My sister Lori drove down to Pennsylvania yesterday and my cousin flew in from Texas. Mom is leaving Boise on Sunday (though for the record, BAJ is my father’s sister). I’m not sure what to do; I was on the fence about whether I should head east as well. I was a hospice volunteer for several years and I know that sometimes people hang on much longer than you’d ever expect. It’s a tough call.
For now, I’m just proceeding as usual, knowing that I might be on a plane sooner rather than later. Beloved boyfriend and I are following through with our plans to go away this weekend; we’re seeing Lucinda Williams in Mesa, Arizona, on Saturday night. I’ve been to a million Lucinda shows already and she’s always wonderful. We’ll be staying at what should be a beautiful resort in Cave Creek; hopefully it will actually look like the photos they have on their website. (Remember my post from last April about the Cottonwood Resort in Scottsdale?)
It will be good to rest up and have some peace and alone time, knowing what’s inevitably lying ahead. So sad.
Thank you all for your prayers and best wishes for Joyce. My heart is breaking, but your kind words mean so much to me, more than you can possibly imagine. I’ll keep you posted.