[Prudence]

So, every so often I get in a pouty "everyone hates me; guess I'll go eat worms" mood. And then, like clockwork, I am reminded that it is so not all about me.

My younger brother (27) had a problem a year or so ago with a grapefruit-sized tumor that developed right by his hip joint. The good news is that it was benign. But, it's a kind that likes to grow back. Which it is doing. So, if he doesn't have surgery, eventually it will grow huge again and then it hurts him to sit, walk, any of that wacky hip joint stuff. And if he DOES have surgery, each time takes out more of the muscle and surgery #2 will likely leave him with a permanent limp. Not a worst case scenario, but then when it grows back again, #3 will do more damage. And so forth and so on. And because it's on the hip joint, recovery time is like having a hip replaced.

This really sucks. I know we Zobrists are a tumor happy clan, but dammit, 27 is too young.

Time to stop feeling sorry for myself.