Jax' daddy

Remember the puppy I used to babysit every three days, Jax? Jax is this sweet little black lab who used to come over and stay at our house whenever her daddy went to work at the fire station so that she wouldn't have to be home alone for 24 hours. She came to visit every shift day for almost 9 months, and would start wagging and whining the minute she got in our neighborhood. If I happened to look out the window, she'd be standing on her daddy's lap, or standing on the passenger seat, whichever was the closest to our front door, just a'waggin'. Then she'd leap out, even out the window a couple of times, and would race to our front door, because she thought Cooper was quite the neighborhood stud, and couldn't wait to spend time with him, and Steve and I too, of course. then her daddy eventually got a roommate, and later a live-in love, and didn't need us anymore. I miss Jax. She was a sweet pup, even though I did have her during the puppy stage, so have a few pairs of shoes missing their better half, and a few stains by the back slider.
Garrick is this sweet former city slicker, who stepped away from his fire department life in Washington DC and settled for the country life in Central Oregon. His supervisors like to mention that he was on the rooftops of the Pentagon on 9/11. He was. He has this great drawl, and I admit to having a small crush. Don't worry, Steve knows. When Garrick calls, he always starts out this this long "Haaaaaa". A Hi with a twang. He draws it out just for me, because he knows I love the accent.
He's been having knee problems forever, but couldn't link it to any specific injury. He's been on light duty, trying to stay off of it, while doctor's tried to figure out what's the matter. He recently had exploratory arthroscopic surgery to try and determine the source, but that came up unsuccessful. Doctor's don't know. They ran some further tests, and fear the worst. His numbers are wrong, and today Garrick is going to find out if he has leukemia. The doctor's think he has some sort of cancer. Deep down he isn't surprised, however. His mom is currently fighting breast cancer in Virginia. Whatever Garrick might have is somewhat hereditary, and hasn't shown it's face in this area yet, which is why the doctor's are a little stumped.
Garrick is in his early 30's, and such a vivacious man. Steve called me yesterday with the news, and we were both a little shook up. But if Garrick is anything like his mama, I feel confident that everything will be okay. She is one tough cookie. And Garrick's dad? Well, he isn't in the picture anymore, but was a secret service agent, and was actually on duty the day Reagan was shot. You can see him in the video footage, according to G. Tough.
If Garrick finds out he has cancer today, he is going straight forward and starting chemotherapy right away. Be aggressive and get 'er done.
To everyone in blogger land, send positive vibes for our friend G. I am sure he will be fine, but the extra prayer won't hurt.