cindi o'h

okay, you got me goin' now... what's Van surfin' And what is bundleing?

doggonit Bruce. It's like telling a little kid "there ain't no Santy Claus". I have never noodled and I never will...see my profile.... I'll do about anything else, BUT noodlin' Cindi

Well, then Debi, I think we can start a whole new subject on noodlin' That is exactly how I looked the first time I heard of it and saw it...yes my eyeballs popped out of my head, my jaw hit the floor as I made a scream of delight horror and shock!!! Dang, them folks IS cray-zeee.... Cindi o'h

MJ, You got my prayers. So glad you have faith and courage. Cindi o'h

Thank you for that generous passing along of information, Dee. I hope that someone will see your post and take advantage. I am almost on Medicare and these sorts of things are a concern to me. Cindi o'h

Bill, That was also a conern that I had in my early experience with NSCLC. Each time the CT scan, exposed at various facilities and read by various radiologists, seemed to have a great variance in measurements at 3 month intervals. When I asked the oncologist for an explanation, he said that the tumor can appear to change even from day to day and cited inflammation/fluid as an example of what can change the appearance of the tumour on a film. He said that there is a normal variance that is acceptable to him. He cited the numbers to me. I think, if I remember correctly, it was anything under 1cm. But, don't qoute me on that. Good luck. Cindi o'h

As Miss Paris Hilton would say: "loves it" Or is it "lovezit" in any event:

Sorry to hear of your mom's feelings of hopelessness. Like the doc said, it may be the treatment and once the swelling is down, she may feel up to resuming finding the joys in her life. Sounds like her grandchild is a boost for her. I am praying for you and your mom. Cindi o'h

Boy Sandy.. With these bracelets in tow, your walk will for sure exceed your/our dreams.....thank you for being so clever.... Cindi o'h

okdebi.......... that is funny. Was that professionalism, as a dedicated taxi driver, an angel just helping the Big Man and His Cause a little girl driving a big car in a big city who wanted a tip or just a little passive/aggressive behavior? By the way, I have been hearing about that noodlin' they have going on down there in Oklahoma...have you heard of that, yet? Cindi o'h

MJ Thank you so much for the update...your mom has been blessed to have you around to see to things. I am glad to hear of her progress. The poor thing is probably all wore out from all those tests too...what a brave girl she has been! Hopefully, she will regain her strength so that she can tolerate more treatments. I know I am praying for her (and you) and that you both will continue to find solace in the arms of Our Dear Lord... Blessings. Cindi

Well, hi there, Diane.. So glad that you made it to the board. Hope that you are feeling okay and getting your strength back after the chemo business. I will be looking forward to hearing some good results in a few weeks. Blessings to you and to your family. I live in S. Mpls. You can PM me if we turn out close by. Heck. You can PM me anyway.... Good to meet you....Cindi o'h ps...you can find so much wisdom here...it's good for us.

Hey Hey...I'm a heart attack kid! Had a heart attack just about at the 18 month mark...a stent then and another stent a couple weeks ago. Cardiovascular disease... if the cancer don't kill me, trying to keep it away will!!! Down the toilet with the vioxx...I am going back to Naproxen. See ya in court! (not really, lawyers bug me)

YeeeeeeeeeeeeHaaaaaaaaaaaaaaw!!! another Texan Whoooooooooeeeeeeeeee! Y'all sure are welcome here! Looks like you been through hell to get your attitude adjusted that significantly...both sorry and congratulations seem to be in order...personally, I think you had a choice and you chose the wise path there young man! Glad to have your spunk and witty charm. Hope to see lots more of you! Cindi

thanks everyone. congrats to you and Lucie, Don Katha thanks. Nothing better than a couple of giggling little girls around... I WOULD like to borrow that little one that dominated the sleepover though...the sassy bossy little dictator. I would like to take her to all of my medical appt's with me! Everyone has a gift!

I am short of breath. I register 97% on that thingy they put on your finger in the clinic. I am not talking at rest. I am talking about being SOB on exertion. example: I was running behind (as usual) last week and I was supposed to pick up my adopted Mom at her house to take her with me. I didn't have time to come home to shower, so I asked her if I could shower at her house and we go from there. Running late and trying to move this old body as fast as I could so that we could get there on time, I found myself really huffing and puffing through the whole thing: the shower, the drying off, the dressing, grabbing up my dirty clothes and stuff and running out the door. It took me quite awhile to find some nice, easy breathing once we got driving. (We were late by 15 minutes) My adopted Mom didn't say anything at the time. When I talked to her on the telephone tonight, she mentioned to me about being short of breath. I didn't know what she was talking about. She reminded me about the shower incident. I didn't think a thing of it at the time. I am so used to being short of breath. However, after she brought it to my attention, then I did think about it. I notice SOB with stairs here at home, for sure. With sometimes getting up to answer the phone. With putting clothes from the washer to the dryer. With unloading the dishwasher. Sometimes my breathing is more difficult than others. Since the beginning of treatment, it has never been good. Treatment: lots of radiation and concurrent chemo and more chemo to a pretty good sized field. Still radiation changes every 3 months on my CT scans. I haven't been exercising. I have bad knees and I don't like not being able to walk a block any faster than a snail. (excuses) I don't talk to my doctors about this. At home, I have learned to move S-L-O-W-L-Y. If I move too fast, I have to sit down right away and recover.. Am I alone on this one....can anyone offer some genuine feedback? (My little friend, Mary, passed away from SCLC last April. She had brain Mets and she didn't want treatment. She was SOB too. But that didn't stop her. Her nieces would come to her house to clean for her and she would go behind them and redo what they had done because it wasn't good enough. I would complain to her that it would take me all day to try to strip just one wall of paper. Our upbringing similar, with each having strict Irish mothers, she says, "Oh, Cindi, just get the lead out of your *ss and get moving!!!" Coming from anyone else, I would have been hurt. From Mary, it is one of the most endearing things that I can remember her saying to me. Reminded me of my Mom... Made me bust up laughing...) I have pleural and pericardial effusions now. I had a heart attack due to a blockage in an artery. I had a stent there and another one again a couple weeks ago. I think the stent helped a little. But, I am still SOB>... Am I alone here...Or is this common? Is it my heart, the fluid, cancer back, scar tissue...what? Thanks. Cindi o'h

Don and Lucie, That is the best news that I have heard all day!!! Congratulations to you both for working hard and believing in miracles! All my best to you. What an inspiration you two are. Cindi o'h

Ole and Sven are neighbors in Southern Manitoba. Ole is in need of a new milk cow. He hears about a nice one for sale over the border in Minnesota. He drives down to Minnesota, looks at the cow, and reaches under to see if she gives milk. When he grabs the teat and pulls, the cow breaks wind. Ole is very surprised, looks at the farmer who is selling the cow, and reaches under the cow to try again. He reaches under and grabs a different teat and the cow farts again. Milk does not come out, so after some discussion, Ole decides to buy the cow anyway and haul her back home to Manitoba. He calls his neighbor,Sven, and says, "Come over here and take a look at dis here new cow I just bought. Pull her teat and see what happens." Sven reaches under and pulls. The cow farts. Sven looks at Ole and says, "You bought dis here cow in Minnesota, yah?" Ole is very surprised, and says, "Yah, dats right, how did you know, then?" Sven says, "My wife is from Minnesota."

To Dean Carl and Gay... I pray with the rest of the crowd that this is a temporary set back and that you will come back to us, Dean Carl. You are missed, obviously by the other survivors and families, but also by me. I don't have your phone #, but if I did, I would for sure give you a hollar. Someone mentioned that you are a favorite... I say, no doubt. Have never met you (in person) but love you anyway. God has blessed you Dean and he continues to Bless you....just look at all of the LOVE>>> Cindi o'h

Cheryl.. I want to know how all of this turns out....I am in the same kind of boat you are in...just a smaller one with only one oar.... I have so much else on my plate right now, that I cannot deal with the employment ( non-employment) issue. BUT I DO KNOW THAT I AM DISCRIMINATED AGAINST BECAUSE OF MY CANCER!! Your head seems to be very screwed on tightly. You make complete sense to me. Even the part about the willingness to forgive...You are above the rest. You can forgive the people but not the behaviors that are causing YOU the distress of potential loss of income and survival...You are a true survivor.. Smart as a whip and resources at your fingertips. I admire you. You look like a hero to me today. One little thing that comes to mind is what all of this is doing to your health. The one thing that we don't need are those fear chemicals running around in our bodies. If you can get someone else to help you with this fear crap...a lawyer, a counselor, God himself, the better.. (hope this makes sense to you and that I am not offending>>remember my one oar?) Best wishes for a great lawyer if you choose that path. Regards. Cindi o'h

Are you tired of all thos sissy "Frienship" poems that always sound good, but never actually come close to reality? Well, here is a seires of promises tht really speaks to TRUE frienship: 1) When you are SAD---I will help get you drunk and plot revenge on the sorry b*stard who made you sad. 2) When you are BLUE---I will try to dislodge whatever it is that is choking you. 3) When you SMILE---I will know you finally got laid. 4) When you are SCARED--- I will rag on you about it every chance I get. 5) When you are WORRIED---I will tell you horrible stories about how much worse it could be and to quit whining! 6)When you are CONFUSED---I will use little words. 7) When you are SICK---stay the hell away from me until you are well again! I don't want whatever you have. When you FALL---I will point and laugh at your clumsy a**. This is my oath: I pledge it till the end. Why? You may ask. Because YOU are my FRIEND! Remember: A friend will help you move. A really good friend will help you move a body. Let me know if you ever need me to bring a shovel.

Bubba was from Mississippi and was a hard-shell Southern Baptist. He loved to sneak away to the race track. One day, he was there betting on the ponies and losing his shirt when he noticed a priest step onto the track and bless the forehead of one of the horses lining up for the 4th race. Lo and Behold his horse--a very long shot--won the race. Bubba was most interested to see what the priest did the next race. Sure enough, he watched the priest step out onto the track as the horses for the 5th race lined up, and placed a blessing on the forehead of one of the horses. Again, even though another long shot, the horse the priest had blessed won the race. Bubba made a bee-line for the window and placed a small bet on the horse. Again, even though another long shot, the horse the priest blessed won the race. Bubba collected his winnings and anxiously waited to see which horse the priest bestowed his blessing for the 6th race. The priest showed, blessed a horse, Bubba bet on it, and it won! Bubba felt elated! As the day went on, the priest continued blessing one of the horses, and it always came in first. Bubba began to pull in some serious money, and by the last race, he knew his wildest dreams were going to come true. He made a quick stop at the ATM, withdrew BIG money and awaited the priest's blessing that would tell him what horse to bet on. True to his pattern, the priest stepped out onto the track before the last race and blessed the forehead, eyes, ears, and hooves of one of the horses. Bubba bet every cent, and watched the horse come in dead last. He was dumbfounded...He made his way to the track and when he found the priest he demanded, "What happened, Father? All day you blessed horses and they won. The last race, you blessed a horse and he lost. Now I have lost all my savings, thanks to you!!" The priest nodded wisely and said, "That is the problem with you Protestants...You can't tell the difference between a simple blessing and the Last Rites."

Sean, Very thoughtful. Very inspirational. Love your title too. You are a good son. Glad your football team won! Cindi

James, There hasn't been a day gone by that I haven't thought of your Mom and you kids. I have been hoping to hear news like this. I am so proud of you for hanging in there and for letting us know her good, good news. Also, I am so glad that you have those Georgia girls on your side....you just can't go wrong there. Keep your spirits high... Thank you, so much for the news. Cindi

Paddy, Thanks for the update... Nurses like Thomas can make it or break it....I am so glad that he was there for you during all of this. One thing that keeps coming back to my mind over and over again is this: I am soooo grateful for the blood that I received. To this day. I know that it is "only" blood, not a heart or a kidney or eyes. But to me, it was a gift of life. I don't know how many blood donors KNOW exactly how un-selfish their altruistic action actually affects the recipients. But I am just so thankful to be holding some unknown #'s blood in my veins. If there are folks healthy enough to donate, then please contact your blood donation center. Glad you will be surrounded by family. Rest up and then have fun! Cindi