When Real Life spanks you in the face

Sorry about the lack of postage, but I have good reason. I'm still in EVE once in a while to make sure the toons are training nicely, and I try to get in on some action whenever I can, but it's already been a while since my last appearance on a kill mail. Some of my Bozo buddies are busy on their side so action is at an all time low since I've signed up with 'em, but my current lack of activity has nothing to do with that.

Two weeks ago, my ex decides to take my eldest son Leandre to a clinic because he's clearly feeling like s***. We've known Leandre has some respiratory problems for a while and it's not quite asthma, but nobody so far has been able to tell us what the problem is. Anyway, as soon as the doctor sees him he orders my ex to hit Montreal Children's Hospital's ER ASAP. As soon as they get there, the staff takes Leandre to the trauma room and he gets oxygen and Ventolin because his O2 saturation just blows chunks. And this is bad enough to get Leandre hopitalized for not only the night, but for FOUR DAYS. This was a week and a half ago, so you can tell of course that my ex and me have to put aside our numerous differences and make sure everything goes cool with my Tornado's health. Cuz this is the weird thing: despite the low O2 saturation count and his heavy breathing, he's happy as a fish in water and totally living up to the nickname I gave him!

So now the next step is next monday's CT scan of his thorax area to try to see just WTF is going on. I hope we can finally put a name on the thing that makes him special.

May you fly safe now my boy, so you can get to fly harder, faster and deadlier than your dad ever hoped to...

Je t'aime Leandre...