Surgery--Again

Yikes! Forgot butrflynet's birthday.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BUTRFLYNET AND MANY MORE.

Butrflynet and BBB are keeping my dog Sally for me while I am in Phoenix. Thank heaven for good friends.

A medical doctor substituting vitamin c for chemo in a cancer patient? He should be arrested.

Wow! So glad you have beaten the leg pain!

Roger, I couldn't agree more.

Hi Diane, good to meet yet another a2ker. I'm still dipping into different threads, mainly word games, but found a few - like this one - where a lot of help and advice on my skin cancer has been invaluable to me so far. (Thanks Roberta et al). VERY different from the sort of inane feedback your poor cousin has received from her daughter about her cancer! Shocking in this day and age that anyone should hold such medieval views on cancer! I hope your cousin will take up your offer and stay with you and go for chemo.

Roberta - how are you now? Any improvement in health or finances?

Diane, Good to see you. Not good to be reading what you wrote. Hey, I thought that some of my relatives had landed at the bottom of the brain barrel. I'm impressed with this cousin of yours. I hope you can get things straightened out. Don't be too damned nice. She might not understand the seriousness of the situation.

(Love you too, kid.)

deb, Yup, standing and sitting without grunting. Something as simple as a chair. Who knew? Clearly not I.

vonny, My financial situation hasn't changed. It's giving me anxiety attacks. Wretched retching.

One of my great fears about the biopsy surgery was that the anesthesia would affect my breathing long term. I think that my fears may have been justified. Not sure though. I'm anxious about money. And I took on too much work. Anxious about that too. Anxiety is another cause of asthma problems.

I'll haul myself to the clinic eventually. Right now, I'm hanging in.

When will you go to the clinic? It's worrying that you had such an adverse reaction to anaesthetics that it caused you to have breathing difficulties long term. Not helped by all of your other problems. Amazing how some people just waltz through life with nary a care in the world and others, like you, seem to have a million and one problems to cope with. Still, you seem to keep your sense of humour at all times. And you've sorted out the pain in your legs! Who'd have thought a chair could be responsible!

Take care - and do try to get to that clinic!

I worry. Diane loves her cousin and wants to support her. I haven't met the cousin, but I get it, a cousin of mine is dear to me too, and also very different re viewpoints.

I think the cousin is giving up too fast and that I should be a louder friend from afar. I wish I said more before Diane left, about what different stages of ca mean - and now I can't get ahold of Diane, and even if I could it would be intrusive so I wouldn't.

I did tell Diane about a friend of mine (well, of my business partner's) who felt a lump one day in the shower but didn't go to the md because she didn't have insurance. Her husband immediately if not sooner signed up for Cobra (I can't explain that but google can), not cheap, but I gather useful, and she had to wait six months to get checked. Stage 4 breast ca, usually a mark-the-days or months sign.

My business partner's friend is still alive and kicking, now something like fourteen years later. She had a bone marrow transplant - by herself, gaaaah, the husband was not thoughtless but they needed money and he had a new well paying project -

All I'll say is that Diane's cousin's stage is not that far.

<grinds teeth>

Vonny, The asthma is holding steady. I'll get to the clinic. I'm glad you like my sense of humor. It's always there. Even when I'm in the depths of despair. Don't know why. It just is.

Ooh, I just remembered something. Makes me laugh. I had brain surgery. The morning after the surgery, an army of doctors came to see me (interns, students, residents, everybody). I was stapled and bandaged. I was hooked up to a bunch of devices. I was not a happy camper. The docs all gathered around my bed. I looked at them all and said, "OK. Who here is okd enough to vote?" I laugh as I remember that. I also laugh that a few of them raised their hands.

Let's face it. I'm incorrigible.

osso, Mutual teeth grinding in absentia. And I'm throwing in a sigh.

Hey Robertaa, just landed on to your post and want to suggest you that everything would be fine soon as it's always and the famous proverbial saying also says the same "Every Cloud Has A silver Lining to It." So it would all work out ok for you for sure.

Roberta, Glad to hear that your asthma has stabilised for the time being, but it'll be good to know that you've finally been to the clinic. You had a pretty bad spell back there!

I think your sense of humour has been vital in getting you through so much! It's pretty apparent in all your posts - especially the one about the Building! But anyone who can laugh about having a brain tumour has my vote - good for you!

we all loved that chair

it was an important part of The Building

breathe on Roberta breathe on



breathe on the houseplants, it's good for all of you

Glad to hear it is not getting worse. Thoughts are with you as it continues to get better.

mis

Our beloved Boida is more an "every silver lining has a cloud" sort of cheetah. ; )

You got that right, bunny. Don't know from silver linings. But even an unclouded sky can deliver some moisture on my head when I'm trying to get somewhere.

I'm overdrawn at the bank (a miscalculation).
I have three editing projects: late on two and haven't started the third one yet (oy!)
Asthma not terrible but not good.
Suffering from eyestrain and headaches. Need new glasses. No dinero.

Silver lining, my spotted patoot. However, I did survive the latest medical crisis. Of course I didn't get the bills yet. Thud.

Oh Roberta - you do make me laugh at times! I thought a 'spotted patoot' was some kind of exotic parrot! Felt such an idiot when I googled it!!!

Sorry things are getting on top of you rather, but that silver lining can't be too far away. On the plus side - you found out about your chair , your asthma isn't quite as bad as it was (although it must be worrying as you still haven't been to the clinic), and you do have work - even if it's taking a toll on your eyes (hope the dinero rolls in soon and you get new glasses). Good luck with playing catch-up.

And to top it all, your sense of humour prevails - good for you! I hope the sun soon comes out in the unclouded sky and drives that moisture away completely.

Boida, you and your spotted patoot are well on the way to kvetching your way out of the ongoing problems--financial and medical--at least for the moment.

Good luck on getting the jobs done and getting the asthma cleared up as much as possible.

Love and good, but kvetchable, thoughts headed your way.

Hey, Diane. If I kvetch my way out of problems, what the hell will I have to kvetch about?

So what happened with your cousin? Is she resuming her chemo? Did you convince her that it's not catching? Did you kick her in the patoot? Are you home? In a nutshell, what's the story?

(((((((((Boida)))))))))))) love you goil. Thinking of you. Not a day goes by that I don't.

Fatigue is not my friend but I am reading along and ohhhhhhmmmmming this side of the poind (((((Boida)))) love x

Izzele, I think about you too, kid. Your energy amazes me.

Had dinner out tonight with my cousin Robin. A new restaurant within walking distance of my apt (walking distance = a few stops and some panting). Had a wonderful time. I love this kid.

The food was not bad, a bit bland. I had split pea soup (not thick enough) and crab cakes (good). We shared mussels (needed more garlic) . Strawberry shortcake for dessert (should have been sweeter).

The soivice was supoib.

Came home and edited 30 pages. Thud.

Now I have a headache from eyestrain. Going to sleep. Bon soir, cherie.