Jay Lake, and shit, this could have been what happened to DH. And instead of editing my stuff or working on the new wip, which I should be doing, I want to cry and scream and rage.
I've never met Jay in person, just spoken with him online. He's a cool guy, very generous with the info for newbie writers, and is a hell of an author. But Jay's been fighting cancer for three years now. Yesterday, his docs discovered yet another tumor, this time on his liver.
The irony for me? Jay's initial cancer diagnosis was a stage 1 tumor. DH's was a stage 3. Jay's looking at his third round of chemo since 2008. DH only had one back in 1995. Jay's got a beautiful daughter who's about a year older than GK. DH was diagnosed three months after we were engaged, and we waited until he had been clean for four years before we even thought about having a kid.
This so isn't fair. Sometimes I wonder if the universe isn't a giant dodgeball game. The gods are the jocks, and the humans are the nerds, and if we don't get pummeled, it's only by chance. And what the fuck do you do about it?