OK...feeling a little better since the one-year anniversary of my brother's demise.  I should've been having a wonderful time on the golf course, but watching my grandfather hunched over feebly when trying to putt brought back my horrid memories of my brother hunched over trying to make it from his hospital bed to the bathroom to take a piss, before they cathaderized him to drain the pee (it didn't work), and I felt the same damn intense searing pain around my midsection, which can only be relieved by crying, which I did, on the golf course, when I had a moment alone to search for my ball.  Broke my heart to see my brother in that condition, but I'm glad I didn't run the other way and was there for him.  Feeling a little better now.  Time for another deep muscular massage to relieve the tension and restore my muscles to their relaxed state...just made an appointment to get in this week.  Had a good night's sleep last night and that always helps.  Thanks for all your support, folks--you're beautiful people!