I slept. I slept long and hard last night, a good ten hours. D did not. And had to schedule surgery for what we assumed was a soft tissue injury on his hand. Instead, it is a benign, but invasive tumor. At least I know he will have good people taking care of him, I will make sure of it. I worry. And worry more. It's a reflex.
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Hugs, Zhoen.
xoxoxo
Hugs to D, too.
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Egads. Good at least that you can oversee things and make sure he gets good care. Not so good all the worry, though.
I have passed on all hugs, which were much appreciated. He's mostly worried that he won't be playing his guitar, and this makes the job hunt problematic. I want to make this all go away so badly. This won't be as bad as his smashed elbow by miles, still.
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oh, ow, and scary - hands are so sensitive, and so kind-of always in our faces. Hugs to D and to you too xxxx
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