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Jumping a train of thought

I’m not sure what to write about.

The last few days have been filled with more crap than usual.

Long, slow days of heated discussions and overblown emotions.

road to give a fuck

Today’s news

 

G’s husband’s surgery went well, they got all of the tumor in his colon–quite a large one from what she tells me.  Now he needs to heal and then they will go from there as to what they will do.  Chemo was mentioned.  According to G they still consider him stage 4.  We just hope he kicks cancer’s big fat ass and wins.

 

I hope to soon be back to regular posts.

 

     Tomorrow my friend G’s husband has surgery.  They will remove part of his colon, give him an ostomy bag, check his liver, and see what they can do to prolong his life.  The doctor spoke of doing a round of chemo right away too.  I am burning many candles for him.

     We’ve been keeping an eye on my friend G and making sure she eats, rests, and, in general, takes care of herself during this trying time.  I promised her another dinner and some cheesecake for dessert tomorrow.

 

Sad, sad times

  My best friend is devastated, her husband was just diagnosed with stage four cancer.  I have no words just an overwhelming sadness.  A cavernous sorrow for them, our friends of thirty-nine years. 

     All we can do is be there for them as they need us. 

     My posts may become a bit erratic for time… please bear with us.

Thank you

     To all the people who clicked on my Keep a Breast icon I say, thank you.  For those of you who didn’t I say,  what are you waiting for?  If my sister’s beautiful face didn’t move you to click maybe this will… 

     As I said, my baby sister had a great sense of humor.  One day, after her first mastectomy, she  startled my Dear Hubby into peals of laughter when she asked, “Want to play with my Boob?”   and then threw her prosthesis at him.

Today she would’ve been 52

 

Mary    

 

 If  Mary had survived her last fight with breast cancer that took her away so young she’d be 52.  She didn’t, she lost that battle in 2001.  Her lively sense of humor will never brighten a room again.  In her memory, and as a favor to me, please click on the Keep a Breast icon at the bottom right hand side.