Bev'sSister

My sister had that too..and she used the magic mouthwash and ate immediately afterward. She said that helped a lot. Pain meds and soft foods..maccaroni and cheese and mashed potatoes were her favorite. It does ease up in time. Beverly was so hungry she actually ate fried chicken while she was hurting..she said "It hurt so GOOD!' I think the best thing is to eat what you can get down.

I think you should talk to your Mom just like she was there to hear you. I know it won't be the same, but I think she will hear you. I bet she will find a way to answer you too. Watch for the little things to let you know she is around. Have you had things happen that so reminded you of your Mother since Abby was born? I know it sounds weird, but a friend of mine was so upset that her mother was not there to share her newborn with her..and she told me that her mother let her know she was there just with little things..like moving the baby powder..or the baby laughing for no apparent reason..I don't know if this is true..but I choose to believe that it is. I hope you feel better soon. Love, Bobby

Funny Stuff!! Thanks, I needed a smile today.

Subject: Little Zachary > > > > > > Little Zachary was doing very badly in math. > > > His parents had tried everything... Tutors, Mentors, flash cards, Special learning centers. In short, everything they could think of to help his math. > > > Finally, in a last ditch effort, they took Zachary down and > > > enrolled him in the local Catholic school. After the first day, > > > little Zachary came home with a very serious look on his face. He didn't even kiss his mother Hello. > > > Instead, he went straight to his room and started studying. Books > > > and papers were spread out all over the room and little Zachary was hard at work. > > > His mother was amazed. She called him down to dinner. To her shock, the minute he was done, he marched back to his room without a word, and in no time, he was back hitting the books as hard as before. This went on for some time, day after day, while the mother tried to understand what made all the difference. > > > Finally, little Zachary brought home his report card. He quietly laid it on the table, went up to his room and hit the books. With great trepidation, his Mom looked at it and to her great surprise, little Zachary got an "A" in math. She could no longer hold her curiosity. > > > She went to his room and said, "Son, what was it? Was it the nuns?" > > > > > > Little Zachary looked at her and shook his head, no. > > > > > > "Well, then," she replied, ?Was it the books, the discipline, the > > > structure, the uniforms? "WHAT WAS IT ALREADY?" > > > Little Zachary looked at her and said, "Well, on the first day of school when I saw that guy nailed to the plus sign, I knew they weren't fooling around." > > > FORWARD THIS TO ANYBODY WHO NEEDS A GOOD LAUGH > > > > > >

Dana, I am so sorry that your Mom has passed. I know she was so proud of you and the way you took care of her. I hope you find peace and comfort in knowing how much your Mom loved you and how proud of you she was and still is. Take care of yourself and stay in touch. Love, Bobby

Kelly I am so saddened by your news. Please know I will pray for your family to get through this. Your Moma is at peace now. No more fighting. Love, Bobby

A Russian woman married a Canadian gentleman and they lived happily ever after in Toronto . However, the poor lady was not very proficient in English, but did manage to communicate with her husband. > The real problem arose whenever she had to shop for groceries. > > One day, she went to the butcher and wanted to buy chicken legs. She didn't know how to put forward her request, and in desperation, clucked like a chicken and lifted up her skirt to show her thighs. Her butcher got the message, and gave her the chicken legs. > > Next day she needed to get chicken breasts, again she didn't know how to say it, and so she clucked like a chicken and unbuttoned her blouse to show the butcher her breasts! The butcher understood again, and gave her some chicken breasts. > > On the 3rd day, the poor lady needed to buy sausages. Unable to find a way to communicate this, she brought her husband to the store... > > (Please scroll down) > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > What were you thinking? Hellooooooo, her husband speaks English! Now get back to your emails. > > .............I don't know about you sometimes! > > > >

This is kinda old, but maybe someone will laugh at it today. Subject: Husband Wanted > > > > > >A lonely widow, aged 70, decided that is was time to get married again. > > So she put an ad in the local newspaper that read: > > > > HUSBAND WANTED: > > MUST BE IN MY AGE GROUP (70's), > > MUST NOT BEAT ME, > > MUST NOT RUN AROUND ON ME, > > AND MUST STILL BE GOOD IN BED! > > ALL APPLICANTS PLEASE APPLY IN PERSON. > > > > Two days later the doorbell rang. She opened the door, and much to > >her > > dismay, there sat a gray-haired gentleman in a wheel chair. He had > >no arms or legs. > > > > "Are you responding to my ad?" the woman asked. "You're not really > >asking me to consider you, are you?" > > > > "Yes, I am," the man replied. > > > > The old lady sneered: "Just look at you. You have no legs!" > > > > The old gentleman smiled and said: "Therefore, I cannot run around > >on you!" > > > > "You don't have any arms, either!" she snorted. > > > > Again, the old man smiled, and softly replied: "Therefore, I can > >never beat you!" > > > > She raised an eyebrow and asked intently: "Are you still good in bed?" > > > > The old man leaned back, beamed a big smile and said, "I rang the > >doorbell, didn't I?" > > > > The weddings is set for Saturday. >

Welcome to the board! My sister has ext. sclc and is actually doing quite well so far. There is hope, so if a Doctor is telling you that there is not, you need to find another one. Aggressive treatment is the way to go with this. Prayers help a lot too. Keep us posted and take care of yourself. Love, Bobby

Bucky, my sister would get like that too. She finally had to get the Dr. to give her something for it. The depression can go too far sometimes, and you need help to get back to the right frame of mind to fight this beast. Maybe your Dr. could prescribe an antidepressant for you, and if you are on one already, maybe he could switch up. I hope you start feeling better real soon. We all know that you have to have a positive attitude to fight this awful disease and that has to be the biggest challenge of all. You take care of yourself and keep us posted. Love, Bobby

Just wanted to let you know that I am thinking about you and give everyone else a chance to tell you also. You have been a great comfort to me and I want to do the same for you. Hope things are getting easier for you. Let us know if there is anything we can do to help you through this. Love, Bobby

I am here lurking around also.

I hope you went and bought you a lottery ticket. Who knows!!

Subject: Happy Mom's Day Story > > > > > > > > > > So, we had this great 10 year old cat named Jack who just > > >recently died. Jack was a great cat and the kids would carry him > > >around and sit on him and nothing ever bothered him. He used to > > >hang out and nap all day > long > > > > >on this mat in our bathroom. > > > > > > Well we have 3 kids and at the time of this story they were > > > 4 > years > > >old, 3 years old and 1 year old. The middle one is Eli. Eli really > > >loves chapstick. LOVES it. He kept asking to use my chapstick and > > >then > > > > > > Losing it. So finally one day I showed him where in the > > >bathroom I keep my chapstick and how he could use it whenever he > > >wanted to but he needed to put it right back in the drawer when he was done. > > > > > > Last year on Mother's Day, we were having the typical rush > > >around and try to get ready for Church with everyone crying and > > >carrying on. My two boys are fighting over the toy in the cereal > > >box. I am trying to > nurse > > >my little one at the same time I am putting on my make-up. > > >Everything is > a > > >mess and everyone has long forgotten that this is a wonderful day > > >to > honor > > >me and the amazing job that is motherhood. > > > > > > We finally have the older one and the baby loaded in the car > > >and I am looking for Eli. I have searched everywhere and I finally > > >round the corner to go into the bathroom. And there was Eli. He was > > >applying my chapstick very carefully to Jack's . . . Rear end. Eli > > >looked right into > my > > > > >eyes and said "chapped." Now if you have a cat, you know that he is > > >right--their little butts do look pretty chapped. And, frankly, > > >Jack > didn't > > > > >seem to mind. > > > > > > And the only question to really ask at that point was > > > whether it > was > > > > >the FIRST time Eli had done that to the cat's behind or the hundredth. > > > > > > And THAT is my favorite Mother's Day moment ever because it > reminds > > >us that no matter how hard we try to civilize these glorious little > > >creatures, there will always be that day when you realize they've > > >been using your chapstick on the cat's butt. > > > > > > > >

I think that you are not alone. This is a very hard weekend for everyone on this board. Mothers are so vital in our lives. It has to be hard not to be able to wish them a Happy Mothers Day, if they are no longer with us. I hope somehow you find some peace soon. Take care of yourself. LOVE, BOBBY

Thank you all for your replies. It is good to know there are people there for me when I need them. All of your replies were inspirational to me. Somehow, I don't feel so scared anymore. Love to all, Bobby

I guess I can now join the club of Wait and See-ers. My sister just had her last radiation and chemo treatment for 6 weeks. Her radiologist thinks he should hold off on any more treatments because Beverly(my sister)was starting to feel some pain when eating again and he did not want to do any damage to her. Her oncologist decided to give her a break from Chemo too. 6 weeks of worrying that it may be back will be hard. I am really going to have to rely on my faith to get me through this. I do believe in miracles and I know they happen everyday. Please keep us in your prayers, as I will all of you. Love to all, Bobby

Jane, I am sorry your Mom isn't feeling well. I am glad she will be coming home with you. Keep us posted and take care of yourself. Love, Bobby

My first thought was "attitude". I will try asking around. Let us know what the answer is.

There is an early tropical storm out in the eastern atlantic that has been named Andrea. Let's all hope this is not the start of a bad hurricane season.

As long as she is not Katrina's or Rita's long lost sister, I think we will be ok.

I am so happy your sister is doing better. I am sure she enjoyed your visit. Keep us posted and have a great weekend.

THAT IS WONDERFUL NEWS. THIS TYPE OF NEWS LETS EVERYONE KNOW THAT THERE REALLY IS HOPE. THANK YOU!

Tanner, I am so sorry for the bad news. I hope the 3rd line knocks it out of there. It could happen. You take care of yourself. I hate cancer too!

One day at a time