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  1. Hello All! I just wanted to stop by and say hello to everyone. I don't know if anyone would remember me, but this board got me through some really tough times with my sister, Beverly. We miss Beverly a lot, but the pain has eased considerably. Also wanted to make sure to once again Thank everyone for all the advice and hugs given to me everytime I asked for it. I hope everyone is well! Love to all, Bobby
  2. I have been lurking, but not posting for awhile. I have missed you all. I am sure some of you don't remember me, but I feel for all of you who are having to care for loved ones with cancer. It is hard to deal with sometimes. This is a wonderful site to come and share and get things off your chest. I just wanted to step in and say hello to everyone, and I hope all is doing the best they can do. Love to all, Bobby
  3. Just hoping to bring a smile to someone who may need it today! Each Friday night after work, Boudreaux would fire up his outdoor grill and cook a venison steak. But, all of Boudreaux's neighbors were Catholic...and since it was Lent, they were forbidden from eating meat on Friday. The delicious aroma from the grilled venison steaks was causing such a problem for the Catholic faithful that they finally talked to their priest. The Priest came to visit Boudreaux, and suggested that he become a Catholic. After several classes and much study, Boudreaux attended Mass...and as the priest sprinkled holy water over him, he said, "You were born a Baptist,and raised a Baptist, but now you are a Catholic." Boudreaux's neighbors were greatly relieved, until Friday night arrived, and the wonderful aroma of grilled venison filled the neighborhood. The Priest was called immediately by the neighbors, and, as he rushed into Boudreaux's yard, clutching a rosary and prepared to scold him, he stopped and watched in amazement. There stood Boudreaux, clutching a small bottle of holy water which he carefully sprinkled over the grilling meat and chanted: "You wuz born a deer, you wuz raised a deer, but now you is a catfish."
  4. Hi Beachmoma, My sister also smoked after she was diagnosed with small cell. She did eventually quit, but only because her doctor told her that she must be suicidal. She did not want to quit, even then, but he made her feel so guilty that she felt she had to. I wish I would have told her to go ahead and smoke. I know how awful that sounds..but that is really all she had a desire to do and towards the end..she was not able to even think of smoking so I don't think that it would have mattered if she smoked or not. I know how hard it is to quit..I am 3 weeks into my quit and it has been pretty difficult...but I don't want to die of lung cancer..but I am sure that if I were told that I had lung cancer today...I would light up a cigarette. I know how stupid that sounds..but that is how addictive these things are. Don't be mad at the smoker...be mad at the Cigarette Companies. Why are they allowed to sell this legally? How can these people sleep at night? They know how difficult it is to quit..not so much the detoxing..but the psychological hold cigarettes have on people is unbelieveable and you can not possibly know how strong this is unless you have smoked and tried to quit. Be patient with your Mom..I would think with what she is going through right now..with the quilt..and anger..and fear...it would be almost impossible for her to quit. Let her smoke darling..Light a cigarette for her..It is not going to matter at this point..You will wish you would have just let her have her last days in peace. Love to you, Bobby
  5. Thank you Ann for reminding us all what Thanksgiving is truly about. I hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving Day with lots of Turkey and Dressing. Love, Bobby
  6. Mine is not really disaterous..just humorous. Our family planned to visit one of my sisters for Thanksgiving Dinner. Beverly was responsible for the turkey(even though she had never baked one). The rest of us were all bringing something or cooking it at my sisters house. Well, Beverly was known for being a bit "tight" with her money....so when my sister Dianne and I started carving the turkey(which had been baked in a bag) we were shocked at how skinny this turkey was. We must have both tried for 30 minutes or so to get as much meat off as we could(we have a large family). We finished up one side and turned it over to see that we had been carving the back of the turkey. Thankfully, there was plenty of meat left to get. She had baked it breast side down and we didn't know any better..we just thought she had bought a cheap bird. We laughed for quite awhile about that one.
  7. Hi Debbi and Happy Birthday today! These are some rough days to get through. I get through it by thinking of Beverly and knowing in my heart that she would be very upset with me if I am sad. She was always happy during this time of year and wanted us all to be happy too. Still..... I hope the days improve from here and you have much better days ahead. You know that Alan is there with you in spirit and he wants you to be happy and so do I. Much love to you, Bobby
  8. Hi to all of you. It has been awhile since I have been on, but maybe some of you remember me. You were all such a tremendous help to me during my sisiter's illness. I am in hopes of getting a little more support now. I don't mean to bring anyone down, but I am just curious to know if it is supposed to get HARDER with each holiday? This year seems to be harder for me than last year. I miss my sister so much right. I know it is partly due to the holidays, but why not this hard last year? It seems it would have gotten better this year. Oh well, I did not come on here to be a gloomy gus. I have missed all of you too and have been lurking, just not posting. BTW, has anyone heard from Carole Hammett. HAPPY HOLIDAYS! Love to all, Bobby
  9. Geez, y'all have been through so much. I can relate to you about the feelings you are having. I certainly was not trying to say that you were not entitled to those feelings..I just know, that in the long run, worrying about something you can not control is wasted time. I was in denial with Beverly, so my feelings varied so much from month to month. On the 18th of this month will be 1 year since she died. I miss her so much, but we are fortunate to have a very large family to comfort each other. I will pray that Gary will continue to be Ned and that somehow you will find some peace of mind in all of this and be able to give yourself a break for a little while, at least. How about a little vacation to CA for a few days? Is that possible? Stay strong, Love, Bobby
  10. Hi Lorrie, I long for the days when I had those feelings about my sister and her cancer. I wish I could be there to care for her now. You and Gary are so blessed. Be thankful, of which I am sure you are, but never stop believing that Gary is going to be ok. He has come through a lot and from the looks of things, I think he is one of the more fortunate ones to have beaten this awful disease. Look forward to your days ahead with him, no matter how many there are left. Go give him a hug and a kiss and have a great weekend! Love, Bobby
  11. Subj: FW: Rare medical condition. A man and a woman were sitting beside each other in the first class section of an airplane. The woman sneezed, took out a tissue, gently wiped her nose, and then visibly shuddered for ten to fifteen seconds. The man went back to his reading. A few minutes later, the woman sneezed again, took a tissue, wiped her nose, and then shuddered violently once more. Assuming that the woman might have a cold, the man was still curious about the shuddering. A few more minutes passed when the woman sneezed yet again. As before she took a tissue, wiped her nose, her body shaking even more than before. Unable to restrain his curiosity, the man tur ned to the woman and said, 'I couldn't help but notice that you've sneezed three times, wiped your nose and then shuddered violently. Are you ok?' 'I am sorry if I disturbed you, I have a very rare medical condition; whenever I sneeze I have an orgasm. The man, more than a bit embarrassed, was still curious. 'I have never heard of that condition before' he said. 'Are you taking anything for it?' The woman nodded, "Pepper".
  12. Hi Marci, I am so sorry that your Mom is having such a tough time of it right now. Cancer is so ugly...I hate it! I hope Mom gets better really soon. Sounds like she has a great family to help her get through this. Keep us posted! Love, Bobby
  13. Hi Linda, I am so sorry. I bet my sister, and many others from this board, were there to greet her and give her a grand party. Love to you, Barbara
  14. Deb, I just wanted to reply and let you know I am thinking about you and have been for the past couple of weeks. I think you are an amazing woman. I always look forward to your posts. So, please continue to come here and share with us. We all love you and want to help you get through each day as you so lovingly helped us through our losses. Love, Bobby
  15. This should bring a smile to someone's face today. It did mine! Dave Barry's Colonoscopy Journal ... I called my friend Andy Sable, a gastroenterologist, to make an appointment for a colonoscopy. A few days later, in his office, Andy showed me a color diagram of the colon, a lengthy organ that appears to go all over the place, at one point passing briefly through Minneapolis . Then Andy explained the colonoscopy procedure to me in a thorough, reassuring and patient manner. I nodded thoughtfully, but I didn't really hear anything he said, because my brain was shrieking, quote, 'HE'S GOING TO STICK A TUBE 17,000 FEET UP YOUR BEHIND!' I left Andy's office with some written instructions, and a prescription for a product called 'MoviPrep,' which comes in a box large enough to hold a microwave oven. I will discuss MoviPrep in detail later; for now suffice it to say that we must never allow it to fall into the hands of America 's enemies. I spent the next several days productively sitting around being nervous. Then, on the day before my colonoscopy, I began my preparation. In accordance with my instructions, I didn't eat any solid food that day; alI I had was chicken broth, which is basically water, only with less flavor. Then, in the evening, I took the MoviPrep. You mix two packets of powder together in a one-liter plastic jug, then you fill it with lukewarm water. (For those unfamiliar with the metric system, a liter is about 32 gallons.) Then you have to drink the whole jug. This takes about an hour, because MoviPrep tastes - and here I am being kind - like a mixture of goat spit and urinal cleanser, with just a hint of lemon. The instructions for MoviPrep, clearly written by somebody with a great sense of humor, state that after you drink it, 'a loose watery bowel movement may result.' This is kind of like saying that after you jump off your roof, you may experience contact with the ground. MoviPrep is a nuclear laxative. I don't want to be too graphic, here, but: Have you ever seen a space-shuttle launch? This is pretty much the MoviPrep experience, with you as the shuttle. There are times when you wish the commode had a seat belt. You spend several hours pretty much confined to the bathroom, spurting violently. You eliminate everything. And then, when you figure you must be totally empty, you have to drink another liter of MoviPrep, at which point, as far as I can tell, your bowels travel into the future and start eliminating food that you have not even eaten yet. After an action-packed evening, I finally got to sleep. The next morning my wife drove me to the clinic. I was very nervous. Not only was I worried about the procedure, but I had been experiencing occasional return bouts of MoviPrep spurtage. I was thinking, 'What if I spurt on Andy?' How do you apologize to a friend for something like that? Flowers would not be enough. At the clinic I had to sign many forms acknowledging that I understood and totally agreed with whatever the heck the forms said. Then they led me to a room full of other colonoscopy people, where I went inside a little curtained space and took off my clothes and put on one of those hospital garments designed by sadist perverts, the kind that, when you put it on, makes you feel even more naked than when you are actually naked. Then a nurse named Eddie put a little needle in a vein in my left hand. Ordinarily I would have fainted, but Eddie was very good, and I was already lying down. Eddie also told me that some people put vodka in their MoviPrep. At first I was ticked off that I hadn't thought of this, but then I pondered what would happen if you got yourself too tipsy to make it to the bathroom, so you were staggering around in full Fire Hose Mode. You would have no choice but to burn your house. When everything was ready, Eddie wheeled me into the procedure room, where Andy was waiting with a nurse and an anesthesiologist. I did not see the 17,000-foot tube, but I knew Andy had it hidden around there somewhere. I was seriously nervous at this point. Andy had me roll over on my left side, and the anesthesiologist began hooking something up to the needle in my hand. There was music playing in the room, and I realized that the song was 'Dancing Queen' by Abba. I remarked to Andy that, of all the songs that could be playing during this particular procedure, 'Dancing Queen' has to be the least appropriate. 'You want me to turn it up?' said Andy, from somewhere behind me. 'Ha ha,' I said. And then it was time, the moment I had been dreading for more than decade. If you are squeamish, prepare yourself, because I am going to tell you, in explicit detail, exactly what it was like. I have no idea. Really. I slept through it. One moment, Abba was shrieking 'Dancing Queen! Feel the beat from the tambourine ..'.. and the next moment, I was back in the other room, waking up in a very mellow mood. Andy was looking down at me and asking me how I felt. I felt excellent. I felt even more excellent when Andy told me that it was all over, and that my colon had passed with flying colors. I have never been prouder of an internal organ. ABOUT THE WRITER Dave Barry is a Pulitzer Prize-winning humor
  16. A recent study conducted by Harvard University found that the average American walks about 900 miles per year. Another study by the American Medical Association found that Americans drink, on average, 22 gallons of alcohol per year. This means, on average, Americans get about 41 miles to the gallon! Kind Of Makes You Proud To Be An American huh?
  17. My Mom called me last night and she said she knows how to get gas for 99cents. She said all I have to do is go to Wal-Mart and get a can of Pork and Beans. I was almost dressed to go, before I "got it".
  18. Prayers going up that all will be fine, Val. Keep us posted. Love, Bobby
  19. Boy, he is having a rough go of it lately!! Heartfelt prayers being said for you Rich! You stay strong and know we love you! Bobby
  20. Hi Johnny, I wanted to respond to your last question of "Is it all worth it?". I can tell you from experience that it most certainly is. I learned, from the people on this board, that everyday is precious. I wondered the same thing about my sister. I hated to see her in pain and I wondered if it was worth it for her. I got a pretty good talking to from the great folks on this board. They reminded me that ONE more birthday, ONE more Halloween, ONE more Thanksgiving, One more Christmas, ONE more grandbaby being born, ONE more memory was all worth it in the end. As long as your Mom wants to continue treatments, be there for her and enjoy every minute with her...as we all should EVERYDAY with our loved ones. I will pray that your Mom gets wonderful results with her next scans. Love to you, Bobby
  21. What a sweet picture. Just makes me want to hold her. Thank you for sharing that. Bobby
  22. It is times like these when you lose your faith...these times when you need it the most. Christine, I know you have to wonder why you are being put through so much pain. I have been there too and I have come to realize that God doesn't make mistakes. It takes a while to understand, but eventually you will get it. I hope "something good" happens to you soon to make you feel better. This board is a big help to me..because I feel I can come here and share my feelings about anything,and someone out there is going to tell me something that makes everything all better and puts a brand new perspective on the situation for me. I know it will take a while for you to work through your grief, I just wanted you to know that people care a lot about you, and to encourage you to stay strong with your faith. Love, Bobby
  23. I did the exact same thing with my sister. I truly feel that I am still in denial. If I start thinking about her, I automatically stop my thought process and think about something else. I loved my sister so much..we were very close. At times, I will think about her and start to cry, but nothing like I expected to. I will not allow myself to even Miss her, although I know in my heart that I do. I haven't been back home, because usually I would stay at her house. Now I would stay at Mom and Dad's, but I think it would be too painful. She has been gone since October 18, 2007. Not quite a year. I was told that the longer it is before I grieve properly, the harder it will be on me...but I don't know. I wonder too if it is because I am strong. Bobby
  24. Gail, I am very sorry for your loss. Please continue to post and keep us updated. I will pray that you have peace in the coming days. We all love you here, Bobby
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