Today I'm thankful for...
My cousin Chris sharing his home with us in SF
Safe drive down to UCSF
Holding hands in the car
Having my wife to myself for the next two days
I keep joking with Lulu lately that I'm going to become a alcoholic. I kid with her that the stress has become too great and I need to drowned my sorrow with drinking. So, to prove I was serious I drank a Molson Beer when we arrived at my cousins pad in SF. (well I tried to drink it, it tastes so bad that I told her that I finished it and I was going to drink another, when actually I poured most of the "horse pee" down the sink when she wasn't looking). I haven't enjoyed the taste of alcohol for years now, but in my time, I drank with the best of them. (I want to make clear that I gave up drinking because it made me sick, and that I ever had a drinking problem. Well at least not that i remember?)
When we arrived in SF, we parked in a garage 3 or 4 blocks from my cousins home on the edge of Mission district. (I was some street parking, but no way was I fitting a 100" 4-wheel drive truck into a space made for a Yugo). Lulu and lugged our suit cases through the busy, noisy streets only to be ask for money once in the 4 blocks. (this is some kind of record for J. Wilkerson. Ask Lulu, I have a propensity for street people bagging me for money. Once to was chased through the streets of Union Square here in SF by a very scary, big, smelly guy threatening to kill me if I didn't give him money). My cousin lives above a bar on a very busy street, he even told us the name of the bar, but could you believe that we still got lost? Lucky for us my cousin knows my poor since of direction and saved us from total blowing it by yelling at us before we wondered to far astray.
When we finally got inside it felt like we were living in a early 1930's movie set. Large bay windows (3 of them), hard wood flooring, early century lamps, and victorian crown molding throughout. I think that my cousin's going to have to throw us out on Friday? So far this sure beats the "Rusty door motel". What generosity. I just hope that some day I can repay him?
Lulu and I spoke a lot on the trip down here. Mostly about the boys, Lourdes, and the future of the office. However, we also spoke about what might be next for her and the cancer? Would the biopsy tomorrow find that the mass on in the left breast is cancerous? What would the surgeon say about the various tests Lulu had two weeks ago? Would this be another trip that the "doctors" present us with more BAD news? Would the chemotherapy on Friday cause more nausea, tiredness, and hair loss? We discussed that the hard part of having an illness like cancer; is the unknown. Once you know the extent of the sickness, you can prepare yourself for the steps to eradicate the mutant cancer cells. We reassured each other that we were going to live each day to the fullest and worry about tomorrow when it gets here. Another bonding time! Lulu also mentioned how once God knew that Lulu had this cancer, he had a plan to lead us to using this illness to strengthen the bond between us, our kids, and our extended family (all of you reading this now).
We both believe that just as Lourdes was born 3 months early to save Lulu's life; the cancer is a tool to positively touch other's lives! Many nights I go to sleep thinking about how different our life's are now, now that all this has happened to us, and how we can make a difference in others close to us and others we haven't even met yet? We look forward to many more tomorrows together, and we really look forward to the tomorrow that is tomorrow, Thursday July 23rd. We want to wish you all a very special day tomorrow. As we know that ours will be.
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