The man actually isn't my brother, but he might as well be. John, a busy, busy lawyer and former co-worker of mine, on discovering I'd be going through chemo and knowing I'm a compulsive book-addict, called me up to announce that we were going to read War and Peace together. It'd give me something to do in chemo and while having bad days, he said. He's going to call me up or visit and we're going to have our own little book group discussions.
This may sound like unmitigated hell to some of you, but he knows this is the sort of thing that will make me happy. And, to me, his is an act of great selflessness and kindness. He is taking some of his very scarce personal time to book group with his friend. I loved him more during that phone call than I am capable of explaining.
Gawd, do I ever love my friends. I am very clearly the luckiest woman alive.
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