If it is stomach, 16 months." My brother, upon hearing this, wailed louder again and again. The doctor, who appeared shaken by my brother's unrestrained discharge of terror/confusion/anguish, looked up at me and said: "If it is pancreatic cancer, at the most 12 months.
"How much time does he have?" I asked, as my brother fell back into a weeping, bawling, wailing, totally devastated heap. My little brother Kudzai, the lawyer? The transformation, the focus, the commitment to something tangible-it was unbelievable. In two years, he would earn a master of legal studies degree. He even moved into my house to cut costs. One day, there is this Kudzai playing video games and binge-watching Game of Thrones the next day, there is this other and wholly new Kudzai not drinking and working long hours to save money. He studied hard, he passed the test with colors that were almost flying, and he was admitted to the law program, to my complete surprise.
Then, out of the blue, he decided, at the age of 36, to take the LSAT. Indeed, he had a great sense of humor, and he seemed perfectly content to be going nowhere and not doing much. Kudzai was not, however, a sad person or anything like that. The hours he spent watching European football or playing the FIFA video game seemed infinite in my eyes. I was amazed.įor much of his life, Kudzai had not really done that much. That day, Wednesday, June 12, he had purchased two very thick and expensive lawbooks. When the drinks were served, we clinked glasses in honor of his big achievement: He had just quit his low-paying job and was about to begin classes at Seattle University's law school. I ordered a glass of white wine he had a Diet Coke. Before I left on a three-week trip this summer, I had drinks with my brother Kudzai at Nacho Borracho.
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