Lorraine

Babycat, I see this is your big 5-0. I hope you did something special to celebrate.

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Wishing one of the most genuinely nice human beings on the forum one of the happiest birthdays ever! :kisshug: :hug2:

I'm off to church to send thoughts and prayers and the best for my trf friends. :yes: :) :hi: :angel: :cool:

A Grateful Dead song. Don't even know the name of it. The thing is, I despise the Grateful Dead more than I despise the band whose name I won't mention because it always starts a fight. For weeks now, it keeps going through my mind. I can't even look it up because I don't know the lyrics. But since my brain keeps going more and more back in time (even though it came out in 1948 I think), I found myself with this old musical tune going through my head this morning:

You can always delete and revote if you want. Or you can create your own reality and ignore existing reality. You can pretend you never saw this poll and voted. Then you can forget you ever set your eyes on a place called The Rush Forum and registered. You can do anything you want. But you can never leeeeeave.... :) Darn! Darn!!! :rage: Why didn't I think of that??????

You can always delete and revote if you want. Or you can create your own reality and ignore existing reality. You can pretend you never saw this poll and voted. Then you can forget you ever set your eyes on a place called The Rush Forum and registered. You can do anything you want.

I don't understand why this album is so disliked either.

The fifty-somethingish man at the gas station who had a hard time figuring out that, when I handed him a penny more than I owed him, it was so he could just give me two quarters back. He had to summon help from the other person working in the back to settle that.

What did you have to do for it? Absolutely nothing. And if they had asked, I would have told them to take a hike before grabbing my container of peanut butter stuffed pretzels, and sashaying away! :popcorn:

A Heath Klondike bar

Rhyta it is so bright and cheerful. Thank you. It is rainy and dreary and just blah here. It's hard to keep my head about on good days. On a day like today, it is a challenge. I'll go have some peanut butter pretzels and see if I can't cheer myself up. :codger: :hug2:

Well, the roof didn't collapse and you appear to be uninjured, so that is a very good sign indeed!!!! Seriously, I am very much touched that you would even do something like that for me. Thank you. :hug2: :hug2: :hug2: :hug2: :hug2: :hug2: :hug2:

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Daisy Cottage Cheese with Pineapple and peppermint tea

Oh, they are. :boo hiss: The raviolis are good though. :ebert:

She did the best she could. Imagine how bad she felt. I think she was pretty inventive. I went to grammar school with a girl whose mother worked at the Mueller's Egg Noodles plant and her father at the railroad, He was an alcoholic who spent his pay check at the bar and pulled the phone out of the wall on occasion necessitating my 10 year old friend walking with her mother through the snow to the police station to report him. He was a beater too. think she hated him the rest of her life. Anyway, she was the cook, and everyday this ten year old would cook for her five younger brothers and sisters Mueller Egg Noodles or Mac and Cheese. She hated her father so much that when I went up to her house one day, she completely ignored him and never introduced us. Me, I came from a Father Knows Best Family, so it kind of unnerved me. We remained good friends for long years after high school graduation. She was the best friend I refer to often that died two days before her 26th birthday and set myself into an alcoholic tailspin for years. I hope she is finally resting in peace. :rose:

:hug2: Hugs to you, as always! I don't think you are rambling, I think you are speaking bravely and sensibly. I really admire the way you have dealt with everything! I saw this today and it reminded me of you- And I will,by the grace of God, try, and try hard, again tomorrow. Today was a pain day and full of annoyances and pullings this way and that way. And I either am losing my taste for cottage cheese or it has become very dry That is a perfect card too. It does take a lot of courage often to face another day.

With or without my glasses on?

Was told today by one of my guardian angels, who promised to tell me things like this, that I am showing signs of deterioration and progression of the cancer into other parts of the body. . Which is why it takes me so hard to type a line on a typewriter, and my texts are appalling. This is also why they are gently trying to get me to sell my car because it is not safe for me to drive any longer. I don't take morphine if I am going to the store, but I still do not have the confidence I once had as a driver. I drive no more than the 5-miles to Mass or to any store in any direction within the same range of miles. I really do wish I could tell you how I feel. I never thought this would happen to me. Ever. Anything but this. So tonight I am going to work on my attitude toward what I have left of my life. I can't mope or sit in a corner. There's not much I can do other than pray. I can't even read anymore because my eyes close. I haven't figured out the why of that yet. Nurse is coming tomorrow, so I will ask her. I can't go for long walks, or even short ones. It's not my gait as much as being dizzy and lack of balance. I'm kind of limited with distractions because I've lost interest in almost everything I was interested in. I'm just rambling on again. I do have envelopes addressed to those here who wanted memorial cards and, if you didn't want to send me that info, I am sending extra to Becky. She can send you one if you want. I'll know when I can't do this anymore. That time hasn't come just yet. :cool: Can't make plans because I know not how I am going to feel. Feeling fine today doesn't mean tomorrow will be grand too (today by the way was awful). Feeling rotten in the morning doesn't mean the whole day is useless. It's an odd disease, but the only thing I ever hear about it is chemo. Cancer and chemo. Cancer and chemo. There's a lot more to cancer than chemo. It's that some one of the dear oncologists ought to write about it. No one will commit to a time, but she really wonders how much longer I have to go because the cancer I have is a fast moving one

But Laura, what choices do you have really? I didn't ask for this. I didn't want it. It's the last thing I ever expected. We'll see what the next few months bring. Then we'll see just how much grace I have. More than anything, if I make it to 12/25, I'll need moral strength. Christmas is already hard the older you get remembering Christmases long gone. Knowing though that this one will be IT may be too much. That's when I will need prayers the most.

But your candles were lit. :yes: One by that most beautiful statue I've ever seen of Our Lady. :wub: She has the sweetest eyes ever. And the other candle was lit before the picture of the Holy Face of Jesus . More people than ever are attending Mass these days so less and less candles available to light. That makes me happy to see the faith and trust of others in action. Glad you got to go and be with others for a bit. Hugs to you; hoping you have a good week! :hug2: :hug2: You make it sound like I isolate myself. There are people in and out of this place all day. Today was a perfect example. I may not be able to drive far and go cavorting around the way I once did, but I do still socialize, more than ever actually. I cannot take extended release morphine 3x's a day. That I know. If I continue doing that, I may as well have had chemo because the purpose of not having chemo was to enjoy what was left of my life. Nodding out I do not consider one of the joys of living, and that is what taking morphine extended release 3x's a day amounts to - nodding out.

Bonus hugs :hug2: :hug2: :hug2: It was worth nodding off again. :o :lol: :lol: :lol: :hi: :hug2:

But your candles were lit. :yes: One by that most beautiful statue I've ever seen of Our Lady. :wub: She has the sweetest eyes ever. And the other candle was lit before the picture of the Holy Face of Jesus . More people than ever are attending Mass these days so less and less candles available to light. That makes me happy to see the faith and trust of others in action.