Life is absolutely, positively insane. Take for example the past three weeks. In that time, I became a proud uncle. Baby Vonn, born a month prematurely, is, like, the most adorable thing ever. Just look — a baby burrito:
With this amazing news came some super crappy news: the premature birth of my nephew led to the discovery that my sister has stage four cancer. Even scarier, if she hadn’t had this baby, she might never have known, and it could have been a lot worse. Thankfully, my sister is young and healthy and doctors took swift action to remove what they found. But, as these things go, it’s still a guessing game what we’re dealing with. Tests are in the works. I love my sister and admire her determination, and I’m sure she’ll get through this ridiculousness.
So, I guess what I’ve learned through all this so far is see your doctor and know your family’s history with cancer. Get tests. Early detection is key. I’m only 30 (turning 31 next week, ugh), and am in the process of scheduling for a colonoscopy. TMI, but I don’t care.
Oh, and those windmills above? They surround us as we drive through Indiana down I-65 to visit my sister and nephew in Kentucky. There are exactly a kajillion of them, and they never fail to mesmerize.