The Good Fight

The Red Sox' disappointing series with the Yankees epitomized our weekend. We went to the Friday night game which was the longest game in history. Our limo had some problem with the air shocks and by the time we hit Bridgewater, it felt like the bottom of the limo was scraping along the highway and we were driving about 10 MPH. We pulled over at Burger King and the boys tried to help the limo driver fix it. Gary ruined a new shirt laying on the ground. After about a half hour, we got going again but the same thing was happening just as badly as we approached the North End. We were an hour later than we expected and if we had waited in the line to get into Reginas, we would have missed the game. So, we got two pizzas "to go" and stood at the corner eating them as we waited for the limo driver to retrieve us to take us to Fenway.
We were now joined by Kevin's friend so 8 of us piled back into the limo and drove about 100 yards before it became obvious that the problem was hopeless. The driver told us to take a cab to Fenway and he would try to resolve the air shock problem during the game and we were to call his cell. We flagged down a van which would only take six of us. Mark and I got a cab and I got to say that phrase from the movies "Follow that car"! Our cab followed the kids' van to Fenway without incident.
During the game, we contacted the limo driver who said he had recruited his cousin who would take some of us home and the limo driver would take some. He thought the reduced weight would prevent the problem. So, we gave up on the game EVER ending around midnight and the limo and the van met us. Mark, Kevin and I went with the cousin in his van and the others went in the limo.
At this point, I was still in good humor and thought the "ride" to Boston was a funny adventure. However, it has taken me five days to be able to appreciate the humor in our van ride home. But, in retrospect, it would be a hysterical comedy skit. Although he was from Cambridge, the cousin driving didn't know his way around Boston, couldn't see very well and was having Kevin help him find his glasses in the console as he drove erratically, mostly in the wrong direction saying he couldn't see. He came to a complete stop on Storrow Drive twice while deciding which way to go and we ended up north of Boston in Everett before he relinquished the driving and Mark took over, turned around and got us back to Cape Cod with him and Kevin in the back seat!
The limo fiasco seemed to set the tone for the rest of the weekend which included rain Sunday morning when the boys and Mark were scheduled to play golf. In addition, Mark was still reeling from the doctor suggesting that an arm amputation would be a possibility. It was all just too much and the darkness of dealing with cancer has set in. His tumor is growing all the time and continues to be painful and impact his arm mobility. He is now scheduled to meet with a thoracic surgeon next Tuesday, August 29, who apparently will advise us on whether amputation is an option and, if so, what it would entail. I will update the blog after that appointment.
Mike and Steph left Monday to return to CA and Kevin leaves this weekend for UVM. Kevin will return next weekend with his girlfriend, Katie, who is flying in. And, Gary, Kristina, Kevin, Katie and Mark and I will celebrate our 30th anniversary on Labor Day weekend.
Thanks, as always, for your outpouring of support and prayers. Your thoughtfulness and offers of help astounds us and we are genuinely appreciative.