Tucker did have the ultrasound to make sure he had nothing nasty going on inside him on Monday. He passed with flying colors.

Next day and on Wednesday James had doctors' appointments, podiatry on Tuesday and cardiologist on Wednesday.

We had a dinner invitation for Thanksgiving Day, but it was across town and we would have to drive home in the dark. Instead we spent Thanksgiving on our own; we made extra turkey so we could have leftovers (and indeed, we ended up eating turkey for weeks). With carrots and stuffing it was a sufficient dinner, and we watched most of the Macy's parade and the National Dog Show.

At night we got a treat: Lower Decks! Alas, the final season.

We were able to go to Second Thanksgiving, as we call it, at Alice's house. Juanita made a killer turkey and Kayla brought an even more killer ham. The company was even better than the food, even if I've been suffering from a lack of sleep.

All this was beside the point. We had gotten a call from James' sister some days ago. Her husband had been cleaning up some debris left over from Hurricane Helene and hurt himself. He was taken to the hospital to get checked out. The doctors found a virulent cancer throughout his body and gave him days to live.

He died on November 27.

They told my sister-in-law that the cancer was so aggressive that if they had taken the same tests in September, it would not have shown up.

Today I put up the outdoor lights and the candoliers, but I hardly feel like Christmas this year. I'd prefer to crawl under a blanket and forget about it.

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