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Miami and Mexico were great. Beautiful, some great sight-seeing, lots of great singing, only some limited drama from the college kids. Although I think the powers that be wouldn't say "limited" drama....but that's a different story.
May 24 was our six month "anniversary." I feel like I say this every month, but it feels simultaneously like so long ago and like it was yesterday. We've had some pretty bad down days the last week or so. Damn you, poignant TV.
The biggest, worst news, though, is that on May 26 my brother was diagnosed with a brain tumor.
J. is a total jock - we couldn't be more different - and started noticing some problems with his left leg about a month ago. Three doctors and three MRIs later, they discovered a 3 cm long tumor in his brain. Pretty scary shit. We're all pretty freaked out and, seriously, someone up there must think we can handle a whole lot of crap, because this family has really had a bad streak as of late.
He goes in for surgery on June 15th. So now I'm heading to Miami on the 6th for a gig, then directly to Wisconsin on the 14th, then back home on the 19th and out again for three weeks on the 21st. It's going to be crazy, but I really wanted to be home. For him, for my parents, for me, and for her - to support the uncle she never got to know.
Expletive.
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