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Got that mammogram out of the way
Nothing like having to pay to have someone painfully squash your boobies between two plates, top to bottom and then side to side. Yes, pay for it. I have a co-pay.
Well at least I do for now.
If the Republicans/religious nut cases have their way, I probably won’t be able to afford another one.
You know, all that pre-existing condition crap they’re so eager to impose on us.
My baby sister Mary, born 11/7/1957
Diagnosed in 1989 with breast cancer
Two mastectomies, many chemos, radiation treatments, and two bone marrow transplants.
Died of metastatic breast to bone cancer 4/13/2001
Losing my mind in bits and pieces
Having so much on my mind, so many things to remember, has made me the absent minded professor.
Also there’s The Curmudgeon who gets great joy out of pushing my buttons, making me angry enough that my brain stutters.
I would love some peace and quiet. A place to escape to but at the rate we’re going that will never happen.
Caregivers, the loneliest people
We don’t have any place to turn to for a moment of relief.
No one wants to hear our tales of woe.
There’s never any help when you need it unless you pay through the nose for it.
Friends disappear.
No one asks how you are but they always ask how she/he is.
People are quick to offer advice but never offer to help.
We often feel as if we’re losing our minds.
Updating the blog pages
It was with sadness that I updated my blog headline post. However, I do love the pictures of Lucy that I used.
I also redid my about me post, removing Patty’s history and updating Gavin’s.
Gavin was our 7th Bull terrier. In order they were: Danny, Joey, Malcolm, Mercy, Sadie, Patty, Gavin, and Lucy is #8.
Happy Halloween
Sweet girl
Happy boy
Lucy ready for snow
Arrrrrrr!
Lucy sleeping
Queen of the fuzzy blanket
Numz are good
Dump that Trump and find us a real president.
Look among the humble of us.
Sift through and find one who would lead.
Male or female, it doesn’t matter.
A person of color or white, it doesn’t matter.
The only thing that matters is…Intelligence, compassion, honesty, integrity, and humbleness.
Find one with all these and then raise him/her up to our highest position.
Then, and only then, will we advance as a nation again.
WordPress, I really hate the ‘new’ format.
For months and months I tried to like it, really I did.
I don’t.
I just purely and simply do not like it.
What was simple became convoluted and a royal pain.
Today’s T-shirt
As if American education hasn’t gone downhill enough…..
Now #Twitler has ordered Devos to lower federal education standards.Yep, you read that right. Why not continue the dumbing down of America?
As if with all the idiotic “testing education” the kids have been getting hasn’t dumbed down America enough.
Add to that, those people who think that with less than a high school education, they are qualified to home school their children.
Yeah, no.
I know people with college degrees who aren’t qualified to educate their children.
That’s the point though “TO EDUCATE” not cram a pile of test answers down their throats and expect them, as a result, to be educated.
Minds need to think, to explore, to socialize, to grow, to question everything to learn.
There’s a certain emptiness to the house
Two dogs make a lot of noise.
One dog not so much.
Turns out that old Gavin was the noisier of the two even though Lucy tends to bark more.
Lucy was looking for him today.
We said good-bye to Gavin
No matter how many beloved pets you have, it is always painful when you lose one.
During the night Gavin’s back legs began to fail to support him and he cried all night. By morning, after a dose of his pain medication, his walking improved by only a tiny margin.
We made a decision. I couldn’t see him go through another night the way his last night was. His vet gently sent him on his way.
At 15 years of age, the dear old boy took the record for the longest lived of our dogs.
I wish to thank all the people on Facebook for the lovely sentiments they expressed. They were a comfort to both of us.
Fly my handsome boy, your Patty is waiting on the other side for you.
Arrrrrrr!
Gone crazy …be back…?
There are days where I can’t wait for him to go up for his afternoon nap or to bed for the night.
Days where his voice alone makes me cringe in a ‘now what the hell does he want?’ bend of mind.
Those are the days where I’ve blasted past exhausted and landed into the “I can’t do it any more” zone.
Once he’s gone to bed for whichever… I feel as though I can …maybe…breathe for a minute.
The stress-tightened iron bands around my chest loosen…a little.
All to soon, he wakens to begin the cycle again.
Release the Kraken!
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