Diarrhea? In a porta-pottie? No. Once, we were on vacation and we all got food poisoning. 8 people sharing two bathrooms. Never again. I almost threw up from the smell alone.
Har har har. I’m back up six pounds. Still feeling like road kill and I have zero energy but better. I have a few ice-skating dresses I need to finish that I’m going to try and survive through. Wish me the best.
No, still haven’t finished my online profile, but I will. What is with you and me going to church? Have you ever been to church? There’re no single guys there. I’m going to pretend I didn’t read your suggestion about volunteering at a shelter either. Now I know you’ve never done that before. Finding a decent guy is a lot harder than it seems. Half the time it feels like they’re all already in a relationship or they’re just scrubs or players. (No offense. You’re not a scrub or a player.)
I’m sorry, Aaron. That blows you can’t leave, but it’s really admirable of you to be so selfless. Most folks wouldn’t. I’m sure the next months will go by fast at least. Do you have anyone picking you up when you land? Am I jumping the gun by asking? You said you wanted to go on vacation, did you have somewhere in mind?
I’m feeling a lot better but still not anywhere near 100%. I pricked my finger ten times yesterday just sewing a few beads. That’s a record, and not a good one.
I can’t stand how cute Ax is. Has anyone started the paperwork to get her to the States?
-Ruby
From: [email protected]
Date: February 17, 2009 11:50 p.m.
To: [email protected]
Subject: [no subject]
Aaron,
I’m sorry for bothering you, but I want to throw up and I don’t know who else to talk to.
My mom told us all today that they found a lump in her breast and they’re going to do a biopsy. They think it might be cancer.
I want to cry.
That’s a lie. I’m crying right now.
-R
From: [email protected]
Date: February 18, 2009 3:15 p.m.
To: [email protected]
Subject: Sorry
Aaron,
I’m sorry about that e-mail last night. You have enough things to worry about, and I’m supposed to be here for you, not the other way around. You were just the first person I thought of to tell.
Forgive me for crossing the line.
-Ruby
From: [email protected]
Date: February 20, 2009 2:22 p.m.
To: [email protected]
Subject: Stop
Ruby,
You didn’t cross any line. Don’t apologize. We’re past being pen pals. I thought we went over this already? :]
I am so damn sorry about your mom. When are they doing the biopsy? Did she tell you out of the blue?
I’m going to respond to your first message.
No, I don’t have anybody coming to the base. It’s fine. I’m used to it. It’s funny you ask about a vacation because I just wrote back an e-mail about it. Max, Des, and I just started making plans last time I e-mailed to go to Scotland since I couldn’t get my RR. Max’s family is Scottish, and he’s been talking about going for years now; this deal popped up for a tour and he invited us to go along. His little sister, her friend, and another guy we all know are going too. The more people, the better the deal. Have you seen pictures of it or been there before? It looks amazing. We might stay at a beach house for a week after that in Florida, but it all depends if they can get the time off.
Are you one of those people who gets offended if someone asks their weight? What are you up to now? Hope everything is going okay and you’re feeling even better.
Why are you so against going to church? There’s got to be single guys you can meet there. Since you asked, it’s been a long time since the last time I’ve been to one. You’ve got to know I laughed at you writing “scrubs.” Haven’t heard that word since HS. I’d like to tell you you’re wrong about the guys being douches part, but… you aren’t. Some of the soldiers under me are all right, but the rest… I don’t know how they’ve made it to their twenties.
Haven’t heard anything about Ax’s paperwork, but we should get on figuring it out. It’s tricky because we’re not supposed to take animals back with us, but I know I’ve told you other soldiers have done it.
I’m really sorry about your mom again. Technology and medicine are improving…. And she has all of you to support her. You can’t expect the worst. I’ll be thinking of you all. Write me whenever you need. You’re past being shy with me, remember?
-Aaron
From: [email protected]
Date: February 21, 2009 12:58 a.m.
To: [email protected]
Subject: RE: Stop
Aaron,
You made me cry. I’ve been so much more emotional lately than usual, I didn’t think it was possible. Thank you for being so nice. I thought we were past being pen pals, but I didn’t want to assume how much I could share with you. I really enjoy talking to you. Like I said, you were the first person I thought of to write. (If my best friend or anyone else in my family ever saw me write that, they would kill me, so that’s something to think about.)
The biopsy was done yesterday. They should have the results soon. Her husband and I went with her to get it done. She told me to stay home, but I wasn’t about to do that. It’s gotten all of us shaken up. We’re all so close, the idea of something happening to her…
I’m crying just thinking about it, and I feel like a jerk complaining when I know you’ve lost friends. I’ve never lost anyone, so that might be why I’m being this way… but how the hell do you come back from that? I don’t understand how anyone could ever be okay with it. I’m a mess. I’m sorry. Everyone was over for dinner on Tuesday, which should have been a sign because she never invites the whole family over for food during the week, and we were eating at the table when my mom suddenly busts out with “They found an abnormality in my mammogram. I already went for blood work and now I have to get a biopsy,” all while eating lasagna like it was nothing. I don’t think it’s ever been so quiet at the dinner table before and something tells me it never will be again. Usually everyone but me is yelling over each other to talk, and it was completely silent.
I’ve hijacked the conversation. Let’s get back to it before I cry again.
No, I’m not offended by the weight question. I’m just not going to tell you how much I weigh. :) I haven’t gained it all back. The costumes came out fine. I’ve done three more since then. I’m still really far behind on my day job work though. I’ve slept about 8 hours total over the last two days.
There are no single guys in church! What is this? The 1800s? Lol. Single men don’t go to church period, at least not any of the churches I’ve ever gone to. Give me a break. Do you know anyone who does? I bet not. I’m better off trying to pick up a single dad at my niece’s school. Now that I think about it, I could make a good stepmom.
The worst part of everything with my mom is that I know chances are she’s going to be fine, but I still can’t help but think of the worst every night as I’m lying in bed. It’s an endless circle. My little sister doesn’t want to talk about it. She went on this long rant about how she needed to be checking her breasts every month and not waiting until her yearly mammogram to make it happen. I wanted to kill her. It’s already done. There’s nothing we can do about it. Why did she need to comment?
Hijacking this conversation again. I’m sorry.
Can you get in trouble with the local government for trying to take Ax?
-Ruby
From: [email protected]
Date: February 22, 2009 12:01 p.m.
To: [email protected]
Subject: Stop again
Ruby,
Don’t cry. I tell you things I don’t even tell my best friends. Don’t tell them I ever said that. :]
Any word on the biopsy?