Night of nights

A night of nights…to remember… tonight I was informed of two things… future scriptwriters of American series should bear them in mind. Difficult to beat for dramatic effect…
No 1 – Erik’s cancer is too advanced for the Professor to worry himself with erectile nerves – they will be chopped tomorrow in the name of saving my darling man from cancers of other parts of him. Erik this evening was wondering if this news, announced to him unceremoniously, is linked to the fact that he has a low level of insurance, physically demonstrated by the fact that at the age of 47 he is enduring this ordeal in a room shared with 7 other men whose average age must be 70.
No 2 – Pierre-Pascal, my ex-husband and father of my children, has a cancer has re-surfaced – the same one of course, also announced at the age of 47. He, after the initial 6-month life expectancy of 3.5 years ago is now undergoing chemotherapy once more. Our daughter, who came to cheer me up this evening, brought me the good news.
Otherwise – phone, sms and e-mail surprisingly quiet – maybe they’re saving it for tomorrow when the deed is done – and hopefully he is rid of this horrible illness.