Saturday, October 21, 2006


I called my neighbor around noon today to see how T, who had the aneurysm, was doing. There has been no change since the emergency brain surgery Wednesday night. He is unable to breathe on his own and there is virtually no neural response of any kind. The prognosis is very bad. After I got off the phone I started to cry ferociously, but only for a few moments. My crying was like the storm I encountered driving upstate on Friday: brutal, fierce, short-lived, exhausting.

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