2 a.m.

It’s 2 a.m. I am not good at sleeping, generally. My rule around this is don’t get online in the middle of the night!

I’m going to see my mother tomorrow (later today). She went to the emergency room yesterday with what she thought was a TIA (transient ischemic attack, mini-stroke), but is apparently some kind of leukemia. She’ll be frantic about the schnauzers.

My brother Steve is there — he lives next door to her and has been her primary caregiver and companion for several years now. We’ve been trying to get both of them to move out here so we can help, but that has stalled for various reasons. Steve says he feels unreal, like he’s hovering about six inches above his own body. Common feeling during medical stress.

I’ve been information mining — what kind of leukemia? course of treatment? prognosis? — but in the absence of more specific medical information I’m just spinning my wheels.

I’m going back to bed. The rules still more or less apply.