One Word

Tumor. It's a small word and simultaneously gigantic word. It kind of rips a hole in your gut while leaving your brain numb. It's a word. An ugly, stupid word. Five letters with so much power. It creates fear, worry, concern, and silent chaos.

Silent because no one wants to worry out loud. Let's wait and see what the doctor says. Let's wait and hope it's benign. Let's check for more. Let's see what the risks are. Let's stay hopeful and supportive. Let's not think of the worst...even though sometimes the worst creeps into your thoughts without permission.

Uncle Kevin has a tumor. It's the size of a ping pong ball and it's in his brain. We hope it's not malignant. The doctor says it needs to come out and they'll biopsy it to see what "it" is. The body scan says there are no more tumors to be found. Everyone is hopeful. Everyone is supportive. He is in good spirits and is just happy they found it now before it got "too serious". His glass is more than half full.

Uncle Kevin is very important and special to Hubbs. He was kind of like a second dad to him growing up. He was in our wedding and he's always lit up Hubbs' heart. Tomorrow at 4 p.m. Eastern the doctors will make a small incision in his head and remove the tumor with lasers. I know Hubbs will have a hard time getting anything done because his mind will be in Florida with Uncle Kevin. So will the rest of the family's hearts and minds. So will mine.