I don’t know whether her doctors will listen, but please ask whether that kind of cancer could be metastatic.
No, not the ones in her lungs and kidneys: the ones in the breasts. My father’s doctors had thought his “lung cancer” was highly treatable and had a very good prognosis. They’d declared him cured. The cancer came back. They treated him. They declared him cured. I had a hunch. I asked the lab manager (I’ve known her for years, long story; Dad used to be the Purchasing Manager at that hospital) “are you sure it’s from the lungs? Looking at the analysis, I see that there have been several times when you found loose cancerous cells in his pleura but no lumps in his lungs. Are you sure it’s starting in the lungs?” The lab manager said “yes ofc… oh fuck.”
It wasn’t lung cancer, it was pleural cancer. They’d been treating the metastasis, not the source. Your sister-in-law’s doctors may also be looking in the wrong spot.
I’m sorry and hope things get better soon for you guys.
Problem is, I like what I’m doing, where I’m working, and who I’m working with. The people I work with like me and love my work; my boss thinks I’m the cat’s pyjamas, and I have developers, developers!! adding my name to a design document because I provided such valuable input. That is almost unheard of when you’re a technical writer.
The only reason I’m hunting is because my contract is ending and isn’t being renewed because of lack of funds. Boss took this up to the SVP in charge of development and got told “no”, so there’s no appeal.
The only bright sides are that she’ll bring me back if she can when the money is available, and I’m requalified for unemployment if I need it (I probably will).
I am so sorry. As lame as it sounds, trust this process–every time I have been in a work low (for whatever reason) it brought me to something better. In fact, that’s what I’m so angry at right now—I never accepted my frustration and rode it out, and now I feel like I lost 8 months to unnecessary misery!
Yeah…I have no idea what was up with him. I think he was drunk, because I haven’t heard anything more today. I’m keeping the emails and cell messages in case he starts up again. I could easily destroy his career with them.
Bill asked me if I had enough ammo. Snorts. I have a 12 gauge shotgun loaded with buckshot. If those 6 rounds aren’t enough, I’m too stupid to live.
Sorry, I realized in my editing that I’d accidentally edited out: her surgery in January was a double mastectomy. Another sister of theirs (not a medical professional) said something about the cancerous cells spreading via the bloodstream because of the surgery? (I’m very hazy on oncology-related matters.) Apparently her lymphatic system/nodes/whatever turned up clean from what they said. I’m just stunned that it could have traveled so fast to the lungs unless it actually spread before that point.
It wasn’t diagnosed via post-surgical follow up, either. She had blood in her urine and assumed it was a urinary tract infection. Her doctor didn’t find an infection, did some imaging, saw a mass on a kidney, more imaging, and voila, Stage IV cancer in lungs and kidney.
I’m beginning to suspect that I have a crappy dentist. I go for regular checkups. I am now having my third bout of toothache this year. Number one she couldn’t find a problem with the offending tooth. Prescribed antibiotics. Number two, did find a problem with the offending tooth. Wants to take it out. No appointment available til May 11th. Right now, problem in the same tooth that was hurting the first time – that she couldn’t find anything wrong with. And why does she want to take a tooth out without crowning it.
I’m lucky to live in a part of the UK where I can find an NHS dentist. I just really don’t want to have to go through finding one that will take me on. :Sighs and goes to Facebook to see if anyone can recommend one.:
So… after a long, tearful (on both ends) and heart-felt talk with the hubby, it turned out that I don’t know how to be happy. It’s good that 've finally realized it, because, apparently, thoughts of offing myself at 30 are not -normal-, and 'm now coming to terms with living out a natural lifespan, however long that lasts.
The coming to terms part is annoying, because now I get to not be negative about everything/boost up self-esteem/take credit where it’s due/be a HAPPY PERSON. Which is apparently helluvalot harder than you’d think, even if you have a life that’s damn-well perfect.
One major thing you can work on, but I warn you that it is long slow work - but on the other hand IT WORKS, is;
Make the conscious decision to change your thought patterns. When you catch yourself thinking negative thoughts, walking through negative scenarios in your head, wallowing in awful things… STOP. Catch yourself, tell yourself that’s not what you want to be thinking, and ‘change the subject’ in your mind.
It really is the consistent repetition of thoughts in our head that builds the pattern for the future, and at this time you are going to need to work, slowly but firmly, on breaking those habits of thought and creating more positive ones.
Like I said, it’s slow work at times, but it does work. I’ve been walking that same road for some time. Over time you will catch yourself with patterns of behavior and thinking (or have them pointed out to you by others) that right now you don’t see, and you can change them as well.
Don’t think you need to be overly positive, but I would advise that in social situations, you do play at being a little more positive (not excessively so!) than you really feel. It can feel phony at first, but as you catch yourself talking and acting more positively, you may be surprised at some of the really good things that come out of your mouth and how they help make things better, and it may in the longer run make those things come out of you more naturally.
I will work on the thought pattern thing. For what it’s worth, the positive social interactions with anyone but the nearest and dearest (oh, the irony!) are not an issue.
Geneb and I have also decided to keep a happiness journal… basically a few lines every night to reflect on good things that happened that day. We’ll see if that helps.
Waxwinged, you might also take a look at the people in your life and see if there’s someone who is unremittingly negative and/or angry that you interact with regularly. I tend toward a pessimistic view of the world but when the guy in my office who was always pissed about something finally retired, I found that my negativity at the office declined dramatically. I had worked alone with him for about an hour every morning before the others came to work, and several others commented on how much more angry I had seemed to be when he was still working and how much happier I seemed after he left. I really had not even noticed how negative our early morning conversations had been but I sure did notice the relief when they were gone.
What this here guy said. There’s an old saying that has more than a grain of truth in it - most people are as happy as they make up their minds to be.
kayT, when I go into work, I greet everyone with a big smile and saying, “Great!” whenever anyone asks me how I am today. I might not be great every day, but it sets the tone for my whole day if I act like life isn’t so bad (because it really isn’t).
Dear person who owns the car that hit-and-ran my parked car:
My car is totaled. I know it was a POS, but it was POS that worked every time I turned that ignition key. It got me from point A to point B without any problem. Now I have a POS that really is a POS. And because your car went smashy against the gas tank, I don’t even have time to say good-bye to Whitey (yes, that’s my car’s name). I have to tow it off the curb right now, says the police officer.
All I know is you better give the officer the driver’s name. Your car will continue to sit in jail until you do. Do you really want to incur two set’s of impound fees? On top of getting in legal trouble for not cooperating with the police? And why would you do this in your boyfriend’s neighborhood? Did you not think witnesses would be able to identify you and your vehicle? And that the police officer wouldn’t spot you when you returned shortly after the accident? Were you and your mysterious friend drinking or doing drugs or something? Just say yes. I can’t think of why anyone would do the things you’ve done if intoxication wasn’t involved. And why was your friend driving you around in your vehicle? That is the crazy thing.
Bye, Whitey. I hope I get some money for you…from someone.
Morgyn, I hate job hunting with the fury of a 1000 suns. You have my sympathy.
monstro, you also have my sympathy. I was really sad when my POS car got rear-ended and totalled because the insurance company thought it was cheaper to total than to fix.
My rant is Tony again. He doesn’t get that kitties in kidney failure need constant sub-q fluids to keep them hydrated enough to feel good. In my not-a-vet opinion, his kitty will need daily or even twice daily treatments and he refuses to learn how to stick him. I really cannot commit to going over to his place twice a day to stick his cat with needles just because he doesn’t want his cat to be afraid of him. The man used to be a junky, he probably does better needle sticks than me. My kidney cats weren’t afraid of me, they seemed to look forward to their fluids.
Okay, I surrender. Apparently my life thus far has been too free of crime (and it has really) but this month has been quite enough. First the crappy thieves broke the GPS in the car when they couldn’t remove it. Insurance did their part but it was still a $300 deductible, a couple trips to the dealership, one to the police station and a couple hours worth of phone calls. Then Saturday some asshole lifted my wallet out of my purse.
I had taken a friend out shopping for a non wedding dress for her wedding and we were standing at the map board in the mall looking for a place for lunch. I unzipped my purse to take out a tissue because I’m still snotty and stuffy and in the time it took to sneeze and deposit the tissue in the appropriate can, when I went to zip my purse closed again it was emptier.
And today I had to explain to the lady at the bank that no, I could not show her the ID I opened the account with, partially because it’s been 7 years and partially because my freaking wallet was stolen. I did have my passport with me but she would have preferred the work ID card from the job I had at that time. After banging my head against the wall with her for 35 mins the fact that I had memorized my SIN was what finally got me access to my money.
All of that left me no time to go to Service Ontario and get my license and health card replaced so with any luck I’ll finish the afternoon’s meetings early and get that done today.
Job hunting … bleargh. I was really upbeat and optimistic when I started this process, but today just put me in a funk. The first clinic I interviewed with NEVER got back to me … like not even a “thanks but we found someone else.” The second clinic I interviewed with is supposed to get back to me by the end of the week, which is fine.
I had an interview this morning that I was NOT well-prepared for. This one was run by an HR person as opposed to a technical one, and I knew within a few minutes that I would not be a good candidate. See, they need someone with really strong technical skills who can jump in with both feet at a pretty high level. The clinic I’mi at not hasn’t prepared me for that at all. So while I have Personality Plus! I don’t have the hands-on experience that they demand from day one. But we finished the whole interview and I felt like a fish gasping for air when she asked me “what’s your strongest technical skill”. Um … uh … I do a whole bunch of stuff you would never need someone to do because you’ve got kennel staff to do those things and um … I know how to clean the lab equipment!
Why can’t mice stay the fuck out of my house? Last week, Mr. Neville found the third mouse we have had evidence of in our house since we moved in in 07. It was in the bag of cat food, and it ran over his hand (ew! ew! ew!) when he reached into the bag to feed the cats. He yelled when it happened. You’re all lucky it didn’t happen to me. The screams would have been audible from Australia if it had. Now I want to move and nuke Pittsburgh from orbit. I asked him if the observatories at the South Pole are hiring- figure there are probably no mice there. Once the baby’s born, I may see if I can sign up for a manned Mars mission. It would make her think I am , and there would not be mice. I would be a safe distance from all mice, for once.
What the fucking fuck is up with this weather? I went on the Weather Channel site last night, and they were saying we might get 4-6" of SNOW! It’s almost MAY, for fuck’s sake! It’s not supposed to snow now!
Ugh indeed. I hate job hunting with the fire of a googolplex of starburst galaxies.
What the fucking fuck is up with this weather? I went on the Weather Channel site last night, and they were saying we might get 4-6" of SNOW! It’s almost MAY, for fuck’s sake! It’s not supposed to snow now/
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We’re getting the crappy weather we normally get in March now. It was 87 degrees one day in March. Today I’m not sure it hit 50. No snow here though, thank God. I would be screaming bloody murder.
We had a high of almost 26ºC today (79ºF), and we’re due to have almost zero and snow by the end of the week. It’s cruel to give us a taste and then yank it away again. :mad:
We went from early spring to late spring in about 2 weeks. Just long enough for all the female cats to go into heat and my peaches to start to bud out. Then it snowed and froze the buds off my trees. Of course, the cats are all pregnant now, we will be up to our knees in kittens in about 2 months. For some reason, I’m the only one who gets this. I thought that it was common knowledge in rescues that cats go into heat with sunlight.
I will be sad about not having fresh from the tree peaches. I think my apple tree is dead, but it was looking sickly because of the extreme heat last year.
, and there would not be mice. I would be a safe distance from all mice, for once.