Bad news...
Oct. 25th, 2003 09:54 pmJust got off the phone with my mom and sat through her usual bad news reports of home. I never understand why she responds to "how are things back home?" with such down issues. Usually, she hits me with news about people I don't know and when I tell her she that I don't know them, she continues on some description of them as though it will sink in suddenly.
Tonight, she did hit me with a shocker that has left me a bit numb. My younger cousin Terry has been passing out at his office and they never could figure out why because it was so intermittant in occurrence. Terry is a tall, lean, very handsome guy with one of the sweetest personalities in the world. He is the youngest of us 18 grandchildren and an only child. As such, we older cousins have always looked out for him.
Mom found out tonight that his weak spells and passing out is due to multiple sclerosis. He was just diagnosed this past week. He's 27. That really hit home... hard. He's such a sweet, wonderful guy. I now wonder if he'll be okay. With the right medication, some symptoms will get better for a while, but there's no cure and I know eventually he will get worse. I feel bad for him and his wife.. and his mom, who worries about him constantly anyway. I wonder if he and his wife will even try to have children. I worry that he may have to leave his job. I'm probably overreacting at this point, but I wonder what his life will be like in ten years -- and what I see saddens me. Damn.
Tonight, she did hit me with a shocker that has left me a bit numb. My younger cousin Terry has been passing out at his office and they never could figure out why because it was so intermittant in occurrence. Terry is a tall, lean, very handsome guy with one of the sweetest personalities in the world. He is the youngest of us 18 grandchildren and an only child. As such, we older cousins have always looked out for him.
Mom found out tonight that his weak spells and passing out is due to multiple sclerosis. He was just diagnosed this past week. He's 27. That really hit home... hard. He's such a sweet, wonderful guy. I now wonder if he'll be okay. With the right medication, some symptoms will get better for a while, but there's no cure and I know eventually he will get worse. I feel bad for him and his wife.. and his mom, who worries about him constantly anyway. I wonder if he and his wife will even try to have children. I worry that he may have to leave his job. I'm probably overreacting at this point, but I wonder what his life will be like in ten years -- and what I see saddens me. Damn.