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Because or maintenance man, who is ill with NHL (CLICK HERE), has been with us for for a long time, I needed to call him for information on the building. I really hate doing this, for I usually call, ask first how he is doing, then ask him the business stuff. I really need to call him on my time off, business aside, and really talk with him. He is climbing the walls. I am also a bit concerned about his job here down the road. I am sensing that something will be up with that when he returns. Hope not. Wonder if that might be grounds for a lawsuit. One thing about me is my sensing is pretty on target. I have always had a clairvoyant thing with me, which is very annoying.

George said that after his second chemo treatment, which was last week, he is breaking out terribly, very constipated, and at times weak. I must say for a straight guy, he really opens himself to one; even me. I really don't know him very well. He certainly is not hiding behind some macho facade. Yesterday, he was telling me how his days are going, with a broken voice, (and I sensed with tears), asking me why him. Why of all people is this happening to him. This just breaks my heart to see such nice guy go through this.

On Sunday, I ran into my friend Jay at the Eagle Bust. He had gone through the same thing over a year ago. He looked like shit at the time. A walking corpse. But he kicked the thing, and is back to his old self. A real hunk. Woof! I hope that George survives this ordeal. He is a strong man, and usually a fairly positive attitude. I think he will (I hope).