Recently I received the news that a good friend has been diagnosed with a serious medical condition, and the treatment regime is still undetermined. This sort of news has become a common place occurrence in my world, which is to be expected when all your contemporaries are over seventy years old. The thing that made Grant Carter’s news different was the humorous and witty manner in which it was delivered.
Grant sent out an e-mail that relayed the basic facts, while presenting a funny and self-effacing context. I reprint it here with permission.
“The NSA seems to have a close watch upon my wife and her prayer list group, and that appears to be the source of the leak concerning my early, early diagnosis of bladder cancer. My plans were to pen an update to all of my friends — which would include prayers, agnostics, atheists and devil worshipers — once I had a more complete prognosis.
Monday the 4th, I had two tumors removed from my bladder. The process all started shortly after our move to Mountain Home when ‘Little Grant’ began passing in red, white and amber. Testing began, and along came a CT scan which pictured a mass within the bladder. Only 10 months before, a cystoscopy had signaled an all clear — at least by that Urologist’s eyes.
This cystoscopy revealed one sizable tumor and one small one in early form. My new Urologist explained the next steps over the continuing objections of ‘Little Grant’ — in which both removal and pathology is accomplished through ‘Little Grant,’ via flexible tubing through the urethra to the bladder.
My doctor, a man of few words, told me and the little guy, that the removal was easier than he expected. My next appointment is Tuesday the 11th, when we will determine what stage of bladder cancer we’re dealing with. The pathology is important from benign (doc says little chance) to aggressive, and will determine future treatment options, none of which ‘Little Grant’ likes, but has agreed to as many re-entries as needed.
All is well with Grant — no real side effects … ‘Little Grant’ sprays like a Rainbird sprinkler head, but that should go away soon.
Details to follow …,
Grant and ‘Little Grant’”
I first met Grant and Barbara in 1983 when Grant was President of an S&L in Eustis, Florida and I was with Union Planters Bank in Memphis. Grant and I did a lot of business, and we became good friends. Later, I convinced Grant to get out of the S&L business and to come over to the dark side. He and Barbara moved to Memphis where we worked together. We have kept up over the years and he is one of my favorite folks.
Grant played varsity tennis at the University of Georgia and remains an avid fan of the red and black. He and Barbara, his long suffering wife who has the patience of Job, sold a business and retired back to Memphis. Grant spends his time fly-fishing and driving around with his dog in a land yacht, while Barbara pursues her lifelong hobby of recreational shopping. They recently moved to Mountain Home, Arkansas to be near the fly fishing.
I am confident that Grant and Barbara will handle whatever comes down their road with grace and humor, and they will handle it together. I want to invite Grant’s many friends to share the stories they’ve garnered about him over the years by using the comments section of this post. In this small way, we can all share the coming months with Grant and Barbara.
Sprinkler image from Creative Commons