The Chief's BIL died of his cancer in mid-January and his widow, the Chief's sister, was put on hospice for hers at about the same time. This is 3 years running that we've had loved ones die, nearly all of them from cancer, in January. And the Chief's mother got her terminal diagnosis in January. T.S. Eliot was wrong: April isn't the cruelest month; January is, at least for us.
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