More Surgery Crap/Earthquake

Well, my brother got the news yesterday. They'll have to crack open his chest for the second time. They're going to take veins from his arms and legs to replace the arterial veins that are blocked. This means that he'll only get one more shot at open heart surgery. After that, the chest plate doesn't want to fuse back. Can you imagine, 2 open heart surgeries by the age of 42? I can't.

I promised him that I would fly out for this one, so we should find out from the doctor tomorrow when it will be. He got divorced this last year, so he's been living with his Dad, but his dad is kicking him out, his ex-wife lost the home, due to not paying the mortgage, so his kids are living in his ex-sister-in-law's basement. Between trying to bail her out, child support, etc. , he's broke. And now this....the surgery means he'll be off of work for 2 months, so no money will be coming in. Hopefully he'll keep his job. The hits just keep on coming.

However, he has to keep his spirits up, because his kids are waiting for him to get better. They need him and love him very much. It doesn't matter how much money you have...just as long as your kids are fed, warm and healthy and you're there to love them, then it will get better. So I'll let ya'll know what happens.

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Ok, so I've been in Sunnyvale for the last couple of days for training. Wouldn't you know it, but the bay area has it's first good shake since the Loma Prieta Quake of 89 last night. It's a 5.6 on the Reichter scale and I'm about 10 miles from the epicenter. What a rush! I'm sitting on the bed watching the beginning of Bones, and there's this big boom, and the whole damn building is going back and forth. I'm on the second floor, and the bed is swaying, the lamp shades are swaying, the hangers in the closet are sliding back and forth. It's a wonder I stopped myself from throwing my hands up in the air and yelling "Wheeeeeee". It lasted a long time...like 30 to 40 seconds. This is my fourth quake, but by far the worse one. But hey, nothing bad happened to me, no one died, just some window damage, etc. So it's all good. Another good thing...I think it was God's way of telling me to snap out of my misery....that I'm alive and worrying about things I have no control over, and to suck it up and get on with it. God??? It worked, I sniffed up the last of my tears, cuddled up under the comforter with my face mask and went to sleep.