Gives you more hugs. My fear for my husband is actually pretty rational, he’s 20 years older than me and has already had heart surgery.
As a biker and as someone who is involved with military support, I’ve learned way too much about losing people. One of the things I’ve learned is that when saying goodbye, those are the last words I might ever say to them. Those are the words that I will live with for the rest of my life, so I always remember to make them kind.
I am so sorry. Cancer just sucks.
I’m back in AZ, my BFF didn’t just break her leg in 3 places, she totally messed up her knee as well. I’m so mad at her. She’s 62, so doesn’t bounce as well as she used to do. Some of the club members live 10 miles away and would have been happy to climb the ladder and cut the branch down. A couple of them are younger than me and very nice eye candy, there was NO excuse to not call them.
Besides all that, she was only cutting the branch because it was blocking the view of her barn from her bedroom. I know that she wants to be able to keep an eye on her horses and all, but she has neighborhood kids who come and ride them. I’ll bet the kids and their parents could have taken the offending branch down as well.
I would have fucking flown out to cut the fucking branch down if I had any fucking idea that she was going to fucking climb a fucking ladder just so she could fucking see out of ONE of the three fucking windows with a fucking view to the fucking barn.
PANT!!!GASP!!!WHEEZE!!!
I love her, and I didn’t need to tell her that stuff, so I didn’t. Thanks to the above mentioned “sleeping with the boss” part, I’ll be able to work from her house and take care of things while she’s in the hospital. She wasn’t nearly as worried about her leg as she was about the pets.
(Has a mental image of a plane, a branch, a barn, a lightbulb, a ladder and several windows trying to figure out how to have an orgy while the horses laugh at them)
A friend of mine who thought she was having a fairly amicable divorce just discovered that her husband hasn’t filed taxes for her for the last 3 years. Their divorce is not yet final and he told her he’d file the taxes as usual until things were settled. Apparently he’s been filing single/head of household. Not sure how that will work out for him since they’re still married. Seems like they should have been filing married/filing separately or something. She was visited by the IRS today.
She has been very naive about his asshole-ness up to now. We’re all just realizing how shitty he really is. Like how when she moved out this past spring, he told her she could leave stuff in the garage until she needed it, but then when she came to get the stuff (including childhood Christmas ornaments and stuff the kids made her when they were little) he would not let her have any of it.
I’m so angry and frustrated on her behalf, but also frustrated at her, too. Several of us have been telling her to be more assertive and not try to be the “nice one” in the divorce. She’s learning the hard way.
Thanks very much everyone, and best wishes for your friend, SeaDragonTattoo!
My husband has Chronic Lymphocytic Leukemia (CLL), so there is no cure, only “management”. Fortunately, most people diagnosed with it will live long enough to die of something else. Chemo will knock it back for a while, then the white cell count will (usually) slowly start rising again, until another round of chemo becomes necessary. Lather, rinse, repeat, using stronger drugs as the disease becomes increasingly refractory over the years. BUT, there are more treatments coming online for this and other B-cell leukemias, including the very exciting treatment being pioneered at the University of Pennsylvania that uses the patient’s own T-cells to fight the cancerous B-cells. It has better results for patients with Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia (ALL), but some of the recoveries are juststunning! They are hoping for FDA approval for the treatment by 2016. Here’s hoping!
Yeah, that’s reason enough to worry. We’re only in our early 40s, but Ly was only 36, and we had another friend during ‘2009 - The Year Of Death ™’ who lost her partner to a stroke in his early 30s. (!!!) Young people dying of old people ailments is scary as fuck. And if one doesn’t take care of oneself properly, all sorts of medical mischief can occur.
And sometimes it comes down to simply whether one feels like hanging on much longer. I have to be very careful while driving that I don’t give in to irrational urges myself. I don’t want my leaving for work to be the last time he sees me alive either. But I had an ex-gentleman-caller commit suicide two weeks before Ly’s death, so I know how that feels and I don’t want to put anyone through that. Still, there are always accidents, and the way people drive around here is also scary as fuck.
And yeah, the last words thing. I always make sure I give him a good long cuddle and an ‘I love you’ before I go. Just in case.
My very best wishes that they find a cure soon. A dear friend is battling stage 4 breast cancer. It’s sort a similar pattern. No cure but they keep pushing it back with chemo. I only hope she lives at least another decade. She has a ten year son who needs his mom.
… and we’re broke. Fuck fuck fuckity fuck. I lost my job back in November and was denied unemployment. We had been limping along with me doing some house cleaning on the side for cash, but now that has dried, and we have $5.64 in the bank account to last until Friday. Bills are paid (for now), fridge is full, but I have a sinus infection and need antibiotics. Now I know why my card was declined at the Minute Clinic. At least we never do anything for Valentine’s Day anyway, but our son turns six in two days and we are having a bowling party for him on Sunday.
I’m already dealing with being depressed (have a referral for a psychiatrist; need to make an appointment) and feeling like this is all my fault since I got fired. Yesterday sucked big brass donkey balls emotionally (lots and lots of crying), so I’m already fragile. And my kids will be home in two minutes. Gotta slap on a happy face!
Reiterating something somebody said upthread (or maybe in another thread … somebody said it somewhere on the Dope this week) …
Goddammit, NBC. I went to your website to find out what delightful Olympic events I could watch later tonight. Not to find out who already won those same fucking events. Christ, people, I didn’t even have to scroll down. I realize that I’m only a sports enthusiast for two weeks every two years, but it would be nice not to have the few sporting events I’m actually interested in watching totally fucking ruined for me before I even get home from work.
I understand the need & desire for parents to protect their little kids from Big Crappy Things In Life, but try not to just “slap on a happy face” around your kids. They know you and love you, so they’ll be able to sense that something’s wrong, even if they don’t know what it is. I think it’s OK for you to let your kid(s) know that Mommy and Daddy are worried and could use an extra hug.
Hope your sinuses are healed soon. Being sick on top of all the other stuff on your plate? Bleah!!
Weather forecasts. It’s winter; I need to know how cold it’s going to get. Not how “warm” it will be for five minutes at midday. If you only have time to give the abridged version, let me have the low, please.
Thank you. Thank goodness Laura only busted up her leg, it could have been her head.
The offending branch has been removed, and I wasn’t the one on the ladder. I was the one standing at the base of the ladder, looking up at a hawt Marine’s butt as he flexed and reached. No, wait, that’s not right, I meant I was the one holding the ladder while a friend cut the branch down. Wouldn’t want that branch to hurt a second person, after all!
Snerts. Sorry about that, I’ve seemed to have forgotten how to cuss since I’ve gotten out of the warehouse.
I am so sorry this is happening. I certainly don’t know how unemployment works in your state, but is it possible to appeal the denial? I was once fired by an Allstate office because they suddenly required their CSRs to have a certain license and I didn’t have it. I was denied at first, but appealed it and kept pushing it and finally got my denial revoked.
Its worth looking into. If you win, not only will you get money you need, you will get a real feeling of empowerment as well.
Yes, I was already in a bad mood: my daughter had been driving my car, and had let the gas get down to critical levels…and at the first and second petrol station I pulled into, they had NO gas. The electronic thingy said I had 2km left by the time I finally found one where the gas pump was working.
So, you drove into the one line that had a gas option…except you were filling with petrol, and you had a fucking huge 4WD that took for-fucking-ever to fill. Then you toddled off to the cashier leaving your car right where it stood.
YOU KNOW WHAT NEVER FAILS TO PISS ME OFF? STUPID FUCKERS LIKE YOURSELF WHO CAN SEE THAT I’M RIGHT BEHIND YOU, WAITING TO GET INTO THE BOWSER, AND YOU DON’T HAVE THE FUCKING DECENCY TO DRIVE YOUR CAR INTO ONE OF THE OTHER FUCKING PARKING SPOTS…
And it got worse. He came out from the cashiers (took five minutes the first time, after filling his fucking car) and then turned around and WENT BACK IN. By this time, I was fucking furious. The minutes ticked by…three, five, TEN FUCKING MINUTES and counting…
So, all up, I waited 22 minutes behind some inconsiderate fucker who could have saved me a blood pressure event, an anxiety attack and wishes to have him drawn, quartered and STABBED TO DEATH WITH A CHOOK’S FOOT.
