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Cheer up, the worst is yet to come
Don't bring a shovel to a gunfight.![]()
Thanks. Nearly shot hot coffee out my nose.

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Don't bring a shovel to a gunfight.![]()
Only the Toledo News station?? Its not a big freaking deal in Lenawee County until one of the Detroit stations rolls in.I popped the garage door open to see 2 city cops and an ambulance on one end, and 3 state troopers, a fire truck, and a Channel 13 news truck at the other end.
If it's who I think it is, I hope they shoot the son of a *****.
Thanks. Nearly shot hot coffee out my nose.![]()
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Yummy on the cookies. Boo on the charting.CHocolate chip. Charting- the futile act of attempting to document everything you did when seeing a patient using a cumbersome, non-intuitive medical record program that requires approx 4 times the amount of time than if you could write the same info.
I do too, which is why I'm not buying them this year.I haven't bought Girl Scout cookies for the simple reason that I eat thin mints by the sleeve
How's pops?
Thanks for asking.
Compared to last week he is good. Big picture not good.
He was at Mayo this past week getting tested by Urology and Nephology. He is now at home waiting for an appointment from Oncology.
Widespread cancer. It's in every bone, lymph nodes and a few organs. Waiting for test results to find out what kind of cancer and if its even treatable and what kind of timetable he has.
Last week I was able to spend a good chuck of time one on one with my dad. It was good to hang out with him as we had lots of good conversations. Some of our conversations were easy and fun and others were very difficult/emotional. I am glad I/we had/have the chance to do such things.
I have dealt with issues of this nature with friends and such but never a loved one. Now that I am home and back into my routine I am just trying to come to grips of what has transpired over the past couple weeks. There are moments in which I am ok and other moments in which I struggle. It is what it is and I accept it. I don't like it but it's life.
F U cancer!
Thanks for asking....
sounds as though it's thoroughly in there... has he been getting annual check ups with his dr? had he been feeling icky for a while and man'd up. or this just "blam" out of thin air all of a sudden?
F U Cancer! Your dad is a tank to have managed to get that far without sx. Just amazing! THinking of you guysThanks for asking.
Compared to last week he is good. Big picture not good.
He was at Mayo this past week getting tested by Urology and Nephology. He is now at home waiting for an appointment from Oncology.
Widespread cancer. It's in every bone, lymph nodes and a few organs. Waiting for test results to find out what kind of cancer and if its even treatable and what kind of timetable he has.
Last week I was able to spend a good chuck of time one on one with my dad. It was good to hang out with him as we had lots of good conversations. Some of our conversations were easy and fun and others were very difficult/emotional. I am glad I/we had/have the chance to do such things.
I have dealt with issues of this nature with friends and such but never a loved one. Now that I am home and back into my routine I am just trying to come to grips of what has transpired over the past couple weeks. There are moments in which I am ok and other moments in which I struggle. It is what it is and I accept it. I don't like it but it's life.
F U cancer!
Poop. That doesn't sound good.Yesterday pretty well sucked. It started off well enough, but then went downhill quickly. Got into work, validated an application's deployment into production, and it worked as designed. Great. Woo hoo. I get some information from the central depository people, and things are looking up even more. Then at 8:30 I get a phone call from the nursing home to tell me that my mom has suffered either a stroke or heart attack, but they don't know. She was walking from breakfast to her room with a staffer, then she suddenly screams out, grabs her chest, goes stiff as a board and falls over with weak, ragged breathing. More staff comes running to her, move her to her room and get her in bed. Then she started to turn blue. That's when they called me. With the weather slowing down all the traffic, I made my way over to the LRT and get down to the station next to the Mall of America where one of my brother picks me up, he'd been working in Excelsior at the time. I finally get down to the nursing home at about 10:00 and she's making a comeback, her color returning and breathing returning to normal.
At around 12:30 or so, after my mom's now sleeping, high on morphine and calmed with atavan, my brother and I stop by the funeral home to start arranging things there. Two major health events in seven weeks time, it's definitely time to get those sorts of things in order.
*HT. The girls are done. I hate minigames.
I'm ready to put up our women's team against half the men's teams out there.![]()
I'm looking at their numbers, and it's insane.