Yesterday I almost had a good day. I didn't sleep, but I wrote my first Psych test. I think it went okay. I didn't remember the answer to one of the short answer questions, so I wrote down something that I knew we'd learned about so it would at least look like I knew something. Turns out it's the right answer. Multiple choice sucks, though, and always will.
Later, Benjamin, Kori, Scott and I went shopping. La Senza was having the 3 for $30 bra sale, so Kori and I felt obliged to check that out. For the first time in recorded history, this sale was not a sale of 32A bras--it had both my and Kori's size (and neither of us is, shall we say, petite)--and they were pretty bras! weee, pretty bras. Anyone who wears a C36 or larger will understand the trials of finding bras that not only fit but are not the bra companion of granny panties. So she got 2 and I got one. It's a very pretty purple-pink colour, with flowers. And it makes my boobs look great, if I do say so.
I also bought new underwear (Bootlegger rocks for that), some Halloween accessories and the new Sloan album, which I still haven't listened to. Kori and I also planned our Halloween costumes, as we plan to be princesses. It should be fun--we're going to make the costumes ourselves, and I never got to be a princess when I was little.
So while it might sound like a good day was had, things took a drastic turn for the worse when I got home and called the Squidge back. It turns out that my uncle Bob is dying.
To make the distinction, this my Uncle Bob on dad's side, not Uncle Bob on mom's side. Anyhow, he has liver cancer. I knew he wasn't feeling well, and was going to the hospital to be looked at. Well, I guess this happened last week, and it turned out he had colon cancer, which, apparently, if you're going to have cancer, is not a bad sort of cancer to have. He went back in on monday, and the cancer had already spread to his liver in that short a period of time. They give him to the end of the week to live.
I don't know my Uncle Bob terribly well. I haven't even seen him in close to two years. But I know that he is a good man, and that he and his family--my aunt Eleanor, my cousins Leslie and Bryan--do not deserve this. My heart goes out to them now, and I hope that they will make it through this.