You have been on my mind much of this last week Jess. All of it good except maybe for some residual jealousy that you are tall and I am not. I am listening to Waifs Radio on my big Ceder tree porch (thank you for your help with re-roofing) after barely surviving a coin flick fight with Joel, Milo, Teja, Kavi, Padma and Jordan. Joel actually took me hostage in my own bathroom -- his superior size was no contest to my fierce biting skills.
I have spent a fair amount of time this week thinking about what I believe. I am not a deist -- you know this. I believe in science. And it brings me comfort to know that in this situation, with this most scarily named cancer, science is with YOU. The limited amount of research that I have dredged up leads me to believe that you are in good hands with your doctors, your family and the love of your rather large adopted family.
Jess: you have taken the world by storm with your style and your brilliance. Thinking of you brings a smile to my face. I do tear up at times, but mostly I smile. I am attaching this photo from a recent birthday celebration to highlight your fabulous self.
You and I have shared common annoyances and petty grievances. You have taken my food weirdness in stride (probably wondering how I could be missing crucial taste buds when I refuse mushrooms, bacon or goat cheese). You were there for me and for my sister five years ago when our world broke around us, bringing much needed respite and normalcy. You were there to raise a glass to our new Commander in Chief. I look forward to sharing the next bottle of red, white, pink or bubbly. Cheers to you.
Keep your toenails polished,
Roh
PS: apologies to you and Mark for the dashes. I know they indicate a lack of sophistication with grammar ... but I do love them.
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