Mark calls me at work. “Have you talked to your wife yet?” No, what’s up? “You’d better call her and talk to her right away. She called Cindy and she’s upset.” I thank Mark for calling and give Sue a call. Doc says she has “severe anemia” and needs to have a couple of pints of blood today. Doc wants to do a bone marrow biopsy.
This doesn’t sound good. Her body’s not making blood and they want to test her bone marrow. Isn’t that what they do when you have leukemia? Dang! Don’t tell me all this time she’s had cancer and I’ve been feeling sorry for myself because she’s not up to snuff. She’s sick. Really sick. I’m an idiot.