Worst. Day. Ever.

I got an email from a very close friend today. Close friend is kind of an understatement. We've shared just about all you can share without moving to Vermont, growing mustaches, wearing cut off short-shorts and muscle shirts, and flying a rainbow flag on the front porch. We've done completely irresponsible things together, completely responsible things together and some things that are just better left forgotten. There have been times I thought I was going to die, and times I nearly died from laughter.

So, when he emailed me today and told me that his son, my Godson, has cancer...well, it was like hearing one of my own kids has it. At first I was like, "In a friggin email you tell me this shiz!?!" Then I remembered how he operates, which is exactly how I operate. I would have sent the email too. Neither one of us handles grief well, or any of the common emotions humans feel. No matter though, I could feel his words as if they were my own. Like someone has just ripped your heart out but somehow you are still alive.

The battery of tests is going to start today and all this week. He's a tough kid, always has been, but this has got to be scary. He's his father's son, so he'll probably put on a tough face, grit his teeth and grind it out. And like his father he'll fight this disease with all he has, and laugh at it when he's done kicking it around. Seriously, I have been in many a scrap alongside his pops and hopefully he is just like him...no off switch. True story : Like a scene from some crappy 80's movie, I once had to grab his face and remind him who he was, just to keep him from taking some dude off the planet. Cancer...you don't know who you picked a fight with, but you are about to find out.

There may be a time when he says it's OK to post his name and his boys name on here, but I haven't asked him yet so I won't until then. Please just hit your knees and pray to whatever God you pray to that he is healed.

You hear that God? I am recruiting on your behalf, let's see some of those fireworks you are always talking about in that crazy book I've read 5 times cover to cover. That's right, FIVE TIMES! Old Testament. Even the parts I couldn't understand which is about 27% of it. FIVE TIMES! I'll start on number six tonight, you start healing my GODson. Deal? Deal.