My dog was just given a preliminary diagnosis of liver cancer. We don’t know much more beyond that, besides that it’s pretty advanced—all throughout his liver.

My grandfather was recently in the hospital for two and a half months after a hip replacement, for rectal bleeding and diarrhea. He was out for a week, then went back in on or right before Thanksgiving.

It makes me realize what a lucky life I’ve had in this regard. The worst thing I can think of was my great-grandmother peacefully passing away, even though I’ve met her only once that I remember. Among friends, the worst thing is the death of the dad of a childhood friend I hadn’t seen in almost three years.

Still, it hurts.

That’s why I might be inactive here or on IMP, and might not be online for a while, or be curt with you when I am. And, though it seems callous, please don’t offer your consolations. Although I recognize that they’re meant with only the best intentions, I hate it when people say that to me—it’s a personal failing. As they say, it’s not you, it’s me.

Thanks.