My happy dance

I LOVE disco. So my happy dance is all disco music.  I'm doing the happy dance and there's more pep in my step today because I got awesome, fantastic, incredible, amazing (I think you get the point) news last night.

Some background - it's been a tough month or so:

My oldest brother was diagnosed about a month ago (while I was at trial) with cancer (again) and was told two weeks ago by a specialist at Sloan Kettering in NYC that because of the size, location and type of cancer that there was nothing they could do.  No surgery, no chemo and no radiation.  Basically, palliative care until you get too sick (which could be years from now) and then hospice.  Completely sucks right?   I'm told the news while I was in NJ, I was expecting the worst (I admit it), but still completely sucks.  This is my brother.  Now granted I have three, but it's not like when you have three of something else, you can't just give one of them up (although I will admit that there were times ...).

So on my drive home, I'm thinking about how often I'll go to NJ to spend time with them and how this will affect C (she's been fortunate in that she hasn't had to deal with death in our immediate family yet).  So I sort all of this out and I'm good with it - my life will change, but who cares?  This is my brother.

Last night, my brother went in for surgery at Sloan Kettering because of a blockage in his small intestine.  This is bad, really really bad.  So, I get a call at 515pm - he's on his way into surgery, it will be a while.  So I wait ... I'm thinking several hours.

I got a call at 738pm (I'm thinking again - this is bad).  Then I'm told that the surgeon found no cancer.  Hello?  Did I hear what I thought you just said?   No cancer?  Just lots of infection.  Sweet Jesus - thank you God.

Oh - and I'm still going to NJ because there is a lot of celebrating to be done and wine to be drank!


HAPPY DANCE! HAPPY DANCE!