My cousin, who deserves it for what he's done to my uncle and the family, is currently in a coma this week. From what I've been told his platelets are about zero, his kidneys are shut down, as is his liver. Between the diabetes and cirrhosis complications I'm not surprised that the doctors have given him no chance of survival, but as much as I hate him, I still grieve for him and hope he goes as quickly as practical. I wouldn't wish prolonged suffering on anyone that I know, no matter what they've done.

In other news my mom, sister, and I went to the Macy's Flower Show today since we've been delayed because of all of the health issues happening in the family. The show was even better than I expected considering the theme sounded a bit strange (space-related), but it was good just to spend time together, even though my dad couldn't go since he didn't want to be exposed to any germs in the subway or in Macy's. He's scheduled for colon polyp removal at Johns Hopkins this coming Tuesday, and while it's not cancerous it's at risk so better to take it out now.

I know that my family's aging out again, but after all of my great-aunts, uncles, and both of my grandmothers dying over the past fifteen years the fact that I'm running into another wave of health problems is disturbing. The last generation was lucky to live within a few towns of each other so they would help as someone got sick. At this point my sister and I would face a choice of relocating and likely leaving our jobs, since we can't commute into NYC and take care of someone who needs daytime help.

I know I'm looking too much forward but lately it's been ridiculous. My health isn't very good and my sister's thrown away the job that might have given her some leeway, so we just have to hope this is the end of the spell of bad health plaguing my family. I can hope at least.