December 1, 2011
I write. I work. I love my son and sometimes sleep. Not in that order.
I live in Southeast Louisiana, home of red beans and Jurassic Park sized mosquitos. I’ve been genetically predisposed to love the Saints, seafood, and Tennessee Williams. Okay, maybe the last one is an exaggeration.
My life is rather mundane most of the time, except for the occasional bizarre experience or encounter with the world. I think we all can attest to that. I work and write and write and work. I have a *two-year old son who, I am sure, will see me institutionalized before he reaches adulthood.
Music inspires me, and I have eclectic tastes which include but are not limited to everything from hard rock to classical and opera. I will state openly now that I love Queen, and I don’t care who knows it. Fanatical? Perhaps. Reverent? Definitely.
So that’s me, in a few neat paragraphs. If only I could summarize everything in life so easily.
*Since this post my son has been diagnosed with a PNET (Primitive Neuroectodermal Tumor), a malignant and aggressive tumor, in his brain. He is currently hospitalized, recovering from his initial surgery and awaiting chemotherapy. Because of the tumor’s location, on his brain stem and spinal cord, it wasn’t able to be removed completely-lowering his chances of survival (his chance of survival is about 40%). We’re remaining hopeful that he will continue to recover and tolerate the chemotherapy well and that he will be in that 40%.**
** Update August 11, 2015
After 11 months in-patient at Children’s Hospital New Orleans, and many chemo treatments, radiation treatments, stem cell collecting, and more antibiotics than I can name, my son is cancer free (since February 2013). He is home and making enormous strides in his recovery every day.