Sometimes you hit a snag. Life throws you off course, takes the wind out of your sails and throws a spanner in the works. A doozy of a damn spanner.

Hell, sometimes life just plain blows.

When worse comes to worst, when you’ve been handed the short straw, it’s time to open a can of whoop ass. Because when it comes down to brass tacks, my family has hoed our share of tough rows. We’ve hit the bump in the road and sailed right over it.

If it’s not one thing it’s another. But just when you think you’re ass out, you decide to turn the other cheek. To look at the bright side. To fight the good fight. And knock on wood, I’ve got a good feeling that beating it is in the bag.

Is it a blessing in disguise?

Hell no.

Will it be a piece of cake?

Not in a million years.

Time to cut to the chase. No more beating around the bush. It’s no cock and bull. Here’s the rub.

My sister has been diagnosed with stage four metastatic breast cancer.

To make a long story short, sometimes life blows. It blows chunks. No wonder I drink like a fish.

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