Pam was the first person I "met" while beta testing AOL Journals back in July 2003. She has been a tremendous resource and was a fun foil for my humor when only a handful of folks were reading our journals.
It was my distinct pleasure to be the "goto guy" when she'd trapped a spider in her casserole dish and needed a venue to dispose of the little monster. Sadly, the arachnid didn't survive the shock of transplantation to the rigors of a Maine winter. And so it goes.
As most of my regular readers know, I'm an irreligious SOB. I can't offer prayers to support my friend in her time of need. I leave that to the devout amongst you. I stand ready to perform hangman's duty for critters of the more than one legged variety that may vex her world, but I have no solution for this problem.
While I'm saddened by her illness and the damage that fear of cancer has already done to her domestic tranquility, such as it was, I rage at the impotence I feel in dealing with the ineffable from 3000 miles away. So I call upon those of you in the Oakland & San Francisco Bay area to form a support system for one of your own. It's going to be a long, hard row to hoe, regardless of the treatment(s) chosen or not.
It's a lot I ask of you so easily from my frozen remove. But what am I to do? My wife would never stand for me taking an active role in the care and mental support of another woman, regadless of the circumstances - she's not that liberal-minded, for sure. I value the bits and pieces I still have that the surgeons haven't seen fit to remove, y'know?
My hat's off to you, Pam. I wish I could do more.
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