If you haven’t heard the news by now, you may be living under a rock.
My husband, Senor Eddie Spaghetti, is about to begin his battle with cancer.
His number is up. Card has been pulled. He is no doubt about to go through hell and we are going with him.
On Thursday we had the pleasure of watching him play his last show (for awhile) with a pretty amazing bolt of lightening. The whole show was on fire. The guest appearances were insane. I believe it was one of the best shows they have ever put on. The look on their faces said it all. They were all very aware of how lucky they are and how important that show was.
Truth is, he will survive. He will. His Doctor’s have all said that his prognosis is good but they have also told us, there are no promises to be made. Surgery followed by some gnarly radiation is what the summer holds for him and our job is to just walk the line, one foot in front of the other and just do whatever we have to do to make him whole again.
Since the news broke, we have been surrounded by the most amazing team of people, professionals and friends to help our family survive this mess. Not only will we have medical bills knocking down our door, but we have to go find a door to live behind. The people behind Eddie’s fundraising have gone without sleep to get this off the ground and off the ground it has gone. Jim Bullotta, Kurt Reighley, Brian Kasnyik, Rick Ballard just to name a few.
But it’s not over. We will be spreading the word and ask that you help us do so here. We are relocating to LA for a while to undergo surgery and I will be finding a job, taking care of our kids and the man who has always taken care of us.
I will be keeping you updated here and the Supersuckers have their facebook page, which if you aren’t following, you should. They will release all updates in a more timely manner than I can sometimes, due to the overload of life we’ve got right now.
Thank you everyone from the top of our hearts for all the support you have given this little family of mine. From your donations, retweets (yes, those silly things are important) to your sweet messages- it means everything and for a guy who never gets sick, it really is his lifeline right now. It has been a shit sandwich kinda year and we are prepared to kick major ass in 2016.