Uncle Eddie is supposed to start chemo tomorrow, but the dermatologist now wants to remove the skin cancer before that happens, so it’s all up in the air. I am frustrated for him; he doesn’t know what to do or how to schedule things or even whether he’ll be able to cope with any of this. I am trying to be positive, but all I can think of is that I really don’t want him to die. I’ve talked with him on the phone every day for the past six months (he’s my daily sober talking buddy), and the idea of that disappearing from my life is absolutely terrifying. Sigh. Time for more prayers.