True, cancer isn’t the only thing in the world, but when you’re face to face with it every day, it seems like it’s the only thing.
Still a bit shell shocked. DH has advanced to stage III/IV with distant mets. The fourth treatment attempt appears to be a dud. At least the rituximab component of the earlier treatments didn’t hurt him. I ran across a journal article by the stem cell doc about how rituxan may be harmful to certain people such as DH.
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Gotti and DH huge hugs to both of you.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up, caffeinated, and purtified so no YAWN. 'Tis <snerk> 69! <snerk> Amurrkin out and cloudy with a predicted high of 85 and rain. We got some rain yestiddy but not as much as predicted so we shall see what today holds.
{{{Butters}}} We love you! So sorry about your friend. Since I just went through this with a friend (Ron) I know it’s hard to watch someone you love die. Treat her as normal as possible. I agree with visitin’ her as much as she can stand and understandin’ backin’ off if she needs that. Talk to her about life, what’s goin’ on, tell funny stories, tell irk horror stories (they’re always funnier to others than to you), most of all just be there.
{{{gotti and DH}}}
We’re goin’ to Pearly’s for brekkie this mornin’. YUM! I’ve been wantin’ some sausage gravy and bizkits. I hear rumblin’s from the bedroom so that means OYKW is ready and we’re outta here!
Happy Hump Day Y’all!
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and to everyone:
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{{{Butters}}} - ditto to everything everyone else said, especially the part about taking care of yourself. And we do love you, even if you live in FL, because you live in the only decent part of FL! 
Working till 10:30 today, then hauling my sweetie to the second attempt at an MRI. I hope the drugs knock him out so that they can get it done. It hurts me to see him in such pain and know I can’t do a damned thing about it. Surgery can’t come too soon…
Well, I need to get in my full 4 hours today. Happy Wednesday and stuff.
No baby aliens were found…
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Up, caffeinated, and sheveled. Short 3 hour workday this afternoon. It’s drab and rainy.
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Blurf. I has a big blurf today. Good job I’m going out after work to see an amazing pair of singers performing a little acoustic night in a local pub. No beer for me though, I have to drive us home again afterwards. No doubt I’ll be making up for it on Saturday when I’m off to see a band or two at a venue closer to home so no car required.
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{{{{{Butters}}}}} - prayers and best wishes your way. It really does suck. Big C has gotten a few friends of ours over the years so I’ll add in with those who say treat her as you always have. That is far and away the best thing you can do for her comfort.
Same thing here from both of us.
Gordie is sleep grunting. :dubious:
Free {{{{hugs}}}}, everybody gets one!
Hurray for no aliens, bobbio!
{{{butters}}} I’m another for treating your friend with as much (or little) attention as she can stand. It sounds like you’re already doing a lot for her. I just went through this with Dede, only at 400 miles away. I texted or called every day, sent handmade cards, visited when I went up north and sent old family photos by email regularly. And still wondered if it was enough.
{{{gotti and DH}}}
{{{Mooooom and FCD}}}
Wrapping up cow-orker’s regular gig for him today. I’m feeling good enough that I’m going to attempt to get back into the pool for aqua yoga tonight. If that goes well, I’ll work into aqua aerobics and the exercise bike. I think I’ll try a spin around town on the motorcycle this weekend if the improvement continues.
Hugs to anyone else who is feeling lowly or puny.
Happy Hump Day!
Another grey, rainy day here in western MD.
Another grumpy day as well as we get closer to armpit day.
I didn’t sleep well and woke up with a big blurf, took a nap after irk, now I’m feeling more awake and alive. I started taking iron pills to see if they help, so far all they do is make my stomach hurt.
I hope FCD has an easier time today with the MRI
Sorry for incompetent nurses Gotti
{{{Butters}}} I luvs ya and I’m sorry about your friend.
Now that I have slept the day away again today, it’s time to get up and get to work around here.
Howdy Y’all! Day three of the irkweek has been survived. YAY! I am waitin’ on OYKW to bring dindin. He has a gnawin’ and a cravin’ for fried chikin so he’s stoppin’ at Harvey’s to get some (they make good fried chikin) along with sides. I suggested mac ‘n cheese, field peas with snaps and cornbread. We shall see what he shows up with which I will eat cause, hey, he’s buyin’ so I’m eatin’. 
I also plan to go over to the church house for Evening Prayer but we shall see if’n that happens. Sometimes when I’m in da cave I don’t want to leave.
{{{Gotti & DH}}}
My leave has been extended through July 18. I switch over to long term disability if it extend out to mid August. My company has announced large layoffs. I strongly suspect they will take advantage to lay me off. They will pay through the nose to do it, since I’ve been there almost eleven years, but I’ll have to see what happens after that. I suppose I then move onto wrestling with the State system for Disability. Life is a party, people!
Despite all of that, I am in a generally good mood. I think it’s moving back to Oregon, and getting out of this crazy Bay Area mess. In pain and all, it makes me smile.
{{{Hugs to everyone}}} You always brighten my day.