Aimee.

This week has been blah, blah and more blah, all blah all the time, all work and no play, etc., etc., etc. And I’m tired.

Anyway, my mom took Cameron to Okeechobee for the weekend because there was a little problem with some jealousy earlier this week after Cameron found out that Sarah spent the weekend there a couple weeks back, and he hadn’t yet gotten to spend the night himself. So, I’m sitting here all by my lonely listening to some ridiculously sappy music while I debate whether or not I should just go to bed.

Tomorrow evening Drew and I are hitting the road for an unplanned trip to North Florida (High Springs to be exact, which is about 5 hours from here) to go visit with his father in the hospital. They’re still being elusive about what’s going on with him, but from the small pieces of information they’re giving us (they found a spot on his liver and need to biopsy to verify whether it’s benign or malignant), my mom said it doesn’t sound very good. She’s thinking in terms of worst case scenario, that because of the severe rectal bleeding which required an emergency blood transfusion, he’s got colon cancer that’s metastasized, and spread into the liver. And I’m sad, so very sad.

Life is such a fucking bitch at times it hardly seems worth it, but Otto (Drew’s dad) would be pissed at me for thinking that way so I’m trying to aim for some semblance of positivity, but sometimes that’s easier said than done.

Although Drew doesn’t follow his family’s religion anymore, he was raised as a Seventh Day Adventist and his family follows the practices of that religion to the letter. His parents are both missionaries and positivity in any situation is just their way, it’s perplexing to me at times because if I were in Mara’s (Drew’s mom) shoes I don’t think I’d be able to hold up near as well as she is. Her and I don’t agree on a lot of things (I’m far too liberal about many things that their religion considers sinful), but somehow we’ve always managed to overcome the differences in our beliefs and have an incredible love and respect for each other. You know, when I told her that Drew and I had separated, she said the most amazing thing to me, she said, "Aimee, no matter what happens between you and my son, it doesn't matter, we share blood, and though you could try, you couldn't separate the blood running through Cameron's veins into mine and yours, they're mixed, they always will be, just the way I'll always love you, you're mine." I admire her--her courage and her strength.

Again, whether you’re religious or not, I ask you to keep him in your thoughts, he needs good vibes, lots of them.

And that’s all really, it’s been a less than stellar week, and I’m glad it’s almost over.