A very young Roger Ebert a few years before we sat "desk to desk" at the Chicago Sun Times
So...today I was supposed to announce that my "virtual book tour" had begun and to send you over to check out my first "appearance." And I will.
But I don't really care about anything much right now.
Except that Roger's cancer is back. Dammit.
Not long ago, when I head he'd broken his hip--dancing by some accounts--I playfully teased that he musta been bustin' a serious move when he did it. He joked about it, too, and thought it more an inconvenience than anything else. It would take some time to get back on his feet, but...he didn't sound worried.
And then I read the news yesterday. I don't know if he was just being 'way too brave by laughing it off a little...or if he just didn't want to go there at the time.
The only thing I know for sure is he'll fight it as hard as he can. And write amazing things about that battle. When I was so ill two years ago, his insights kept me going and taught me how to adjust my own attitude. And he kept up with me every step of the way.
I think it scared him. I know this scares me.
But I refuse to give in to despair. He won't. Maybe now and then--who wouldn't? But I know he'll come back swingin'.
My first tour stop is here today (these are links--just click on them):
The entire schedule is here:
Pray for Roger. Wish us both luck. Hug someone you care about and tell them how glad you are to have them in your life--trite stuff, I know, but today I'm too heart broken to be clever...
FIGHT it, Roger!