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  1. My Mother who will be 89 this year and believe it or not goes to work 5 day's a week cleaning offices for this bank in Phoenix and has worked for them for many year's and oh lest i forget she had a Triple Bypass in 1999.She is retired from the Goverment but love's working and give's GOD all the thank's and Glory.....

  2. Retirement planning:

    If you had purchased $1000.00 of Nortel stock one year ago, it would now

    be worth $49.00.

    With Enron, you would have had $16.50 left of the original $1000.00.

    With WorldCom, you would have had less than $5.00 left.

    If you had purchased $1000 of Delta Air Lines stock you would have

    $49.00 left.

    But, if you had purchased $1,000.00 worth of beer one year ago, drank

    all the beer, then turned in the cans for the aluminum recycling REFUND,

    You would have had $214.00.

    Based on the above, the best current investment advice is to drink

    heavily and recycle.

    It's called the 401-Keg Plan

  3. To those who have maybe wondered why Ann has not been posting. I recieved this E Mail from her after enquiring if she was Ok.So Ann i hope this was OK for me to post as i feel you explained your absence so much better.......>>>I'm hanging in here, Larry. I was in an accident on Sunday night and

    am having quite a bit of back pain. A CAT scan shows two fractures in

    my back (supposedly old ones) but I think they're new, as I've never

    had back pain before. Thanks for check ing on me and please tell

    everyone that I'll be back in a few days. Ann<<<

  4. By Megan Rauscher

    Mon Jun 4, 6:20 PM ET

    CHICAGO (Reuters Health) - Preventive radiation to the brain significantly reduces the risk of lung cancer spreading to this organ and improves survival, according to data presented in a session Monday at the 43rd annual meeting of the American Society of Clinical Oncologist.

    All of the patients studied had advanced small-cell lung cancer, a type that carries a poor prognosis and is generally not amenable to surgical removal.

    "Brain metastases are a common problem in small-cell lung cancer," study coordinator Dr. Ben Slotman, professor and chairman of radiation oncology at VU University Medical Center, Amsterdam, noted at a press briefing.

    Previous studies have shown that brain radiation to prevent the cancer from invading this organ can extend survival in patients with limited small-cell lung cancer. The current study suggests that "all patients with small-cell lung cancer who respond to chemotherapy could benefit from" brain radiation, Slotman said.

    In the study, 286 patients with advanced small-cell lung cancer and any response to chemotherapy were randomly assigned to preventative brain radiation or no radiation.

    Preventative radiation was well tolerated; side effects were generally mild and consisted largely of headache, nausea/vomiting and fatigue, Slotman reported. Moreover, this treatment "did not adversely affect quality of life," he said.

    Results showed that brain radiation significantly reduced the risk cancer spreading to the brain. After 1 year, there was brain involvement in 14.6 percent in the radiation group versus 40.4 percent in the comparison group.

    Moreover, brain irradiation improved survival. At 1-year, the survival rate was 27.1 percent in the group that received preventative radiation compared to only 13.3 percent in the group that did not.

    "Because improvements in treatment results for patients with advanced small-cell lung cancer have been minimal in the past two decades, these findings represent a significant advance," Slotman noted in a written statement.

    Based on these findings, preventative radiation of the cranium should be "routinely be offered to all responding patients with (advanced) small-cell lung cancer," he told conference members.

  5. Sound's like your home is just what the Doctor ordered....I just lost my faithfull Collie and hopefully find a suitable replacement and feel what your feeling......Congrat's.....

  6. As with many funerals, it was a cloudy, rainy day. The deceased was a little old lady who had devoted her entire married life to fussing at her poor husband. When the graveside service had no more than terminated, there was a tremendous burst of thunder accompanied by a distant lightning bolt. The little old man looked at the pastor and calmly said, "Well, she's there."

  7. FIRST PAYCHECK

    Here's a truly heartwarming story about the bond formed between a little 5-year-old girl and some construction workers that makes you believe that we CAN make a difference when we give a child the gift of our time.

    A young family moved into a house, next door to a vacant lot. One day a construction crew turned up to start building a house on the empty lot. The young family's 5-year-old daughter naturally took an interest in all the activity going on next-door and spent much of each day observing the workers.

    Eventually the construction crew, all of them gems-in-the-rough, more or less adopted her as a kind of project mascot. They chatted with her, let her sit with them while they had coffee and lunch breaks, and gave her little jobs to do here and there to make her feel important. At the end of the

    first week, they even presented her with a pay envelope containing a couple of dollars.

    The little girl took this home to her mother who said all

    the appropriate words of admiration and suggested that they take the two dollar "pay" she had received to the bank the next day to start a savings account.

    When they got to the bank, the teller was equally impressed and asked the little girl how she had come by her very own paycheck at such a young age. The little girl proudly replied, "I worked last week with the crew building the house next door to us."

    My goodness gracious," said the teller, "and will you be working on the house again this week, too?" The little girl replied, "I will if those assholes at Home Depot ever deliver the damned sheet rock."

    Stories like this just bring a tear to your eye.

  8. Don i too have been debating with my self as to whether stay here or leave. What is so difficult for me is reading all the new one's fighting SCLC and reading the same problem's and result's over and over. That is why i normally do not ad in comment's on it as i'm afraid my bad habit of being to blunt and honest will come out and i sure as hell do not want to destroy any one's hope. So do not be surprised if some day in the near future i announce my departure. I think your plan's sound very admirable and god bless you in your work.......

  9. >

    >I had this idea that I was going to rope a deer, put it in a stall,

    feed it

    >up on corn for a couple of weeks, then kill it and eat it. The first

    step

    >in this adventure was getting a deer. I figured that since they

    >congregated

    >at my cattle feeder and do not seem to have much fear of me when we

    are

    >there (a bold one will sometimes come right up and sniff at the bags

    of

    >feed

    >while I am in the back of the truck not 4 feet away) that it should

    not be

    >difficult to rope one, get up to it and toss a bag over its head (to

    calm

    >it

    >down) then hog tie it and transport it home.

    >I filled the cattle feeder then hid down at the end with my rope. The

    >cattle, who had seen the roping thing before, stayed well back. They

    were

    >not having any of it. After about 20 minutes my deer showed up...3 of

    >them.

    > I picked out a likely looking one, stepped out from the end of the

    >feeder,

    >and threw my rope. The deer just stood there and stared at me. I

    wrapped

    >the rope around my waist and twisted the end so I would have a good

    hold.

    >The deer still just stood and stared at me, but you could tell it was

    >mildly

    >concerned about the whole rope situation. I took a step towards it.

    It

    >took a step away. I put a little tension on the rope and received an

    >education.

    >

    >The first thing that I learned is that while a deer may just stand

    there

    >looking at you funny while you rope it, they are spurred to action

    when you

    >start pulling on that rope. That deer EXPLODED.

    >

    >The second thing I learned is that pound for pound, a deer is a LOT

    >stronger

    >than a cow or a colt. A cow or a colt in that weight range I could

    fight

    >down with a rope with some dignity. A deer, no chance. That thing

    ran and

    >bucked and twisted and pulled. There was no controlling it and

    certainly

    >no

    >getting close to it. As it jerked me off my feet and started dragging

    me

    >across the ground, it occurred to me that having a deer on a rope was

    not

    >nearly as good an idea as I originally imagined. The only up side is

    that

    >they do not have as much stamina as many animals. A brief 10 minutes

    >later,

    >it was tired and not nearly as quick to jerk me off my feet and drag

    me

    >when

    >I managed to get up. It took me a few minutes to realize this, since

    I was

    >mostly blinded by the blood flowing out of the big gash in my head.

    >

    >

    >

    >At that point I had lost my taste for corn fed venison. I just wanted

    to

    >get that devil creature off the end of that rope. I figured if I just

    let

    >it go with the rope hanging around its neck, it would likely die slow

    and

    >painfully somewhere. At the time, there was no love at all between me

    and

    >that deer. At that moment, I hated the thing and I would venture a

    guess

    >that the feeling was mutual. Despite the gash in my head and the

    several

    >large knots where I had cleverly arrested the deer's momentum by

    bracing my

    >head against various large rocks as it dragged me across the ground, I

    >could

    >still think clearly enough to recognize that there was a small chance

    that

    >I

    >shared some tiny amount of responsibility for the situation we were

    in, so

    >I

    >didn't want the deer to have to suffer a slow death. I managed to get

    it

    >lined up to back in between my truck and the feeder...a little trap I

    had

    >set beforehand. Kind of like a squeeze chute. I got it to back in

    there

    >and started moving up so I could get my rope back.

    >

    >Did you know that deer bite? They do! I never in a million years

    would

    >have thought that a deer would bite somebody so I was very surprised

    when I

    >reached up there to grab that rope and the deer grabbed hold of my

    wrist.

    >Now, when a deer bites you, it is not like being bit by a horse where

    they

    >just bite you and then let go. A deer bites you and shakes its head..

    >almost like a pit bull. They bite HARD and it hurts. The proper

    thing to

    >do when a deer bites you is probably to freeze and draw back slowly.

    I

    >tried screaming and shaking instead. My method was ineffective. It

    seems

    >like the deer was biting and shaking for several minutes, but it was

    likely

    >only several seconds. I, being smarter than a deer (though you may be

    >questioning that claim by now) tricked it. While I kept it busy

    tearing

    >the

    >bejesus out of my right arm, I reached up with my left hand and pulled

    that

    >rope loose.

    >

    >That was when I got my final lesson in deer behavior for the day.

    Deer

    >will

    >strike at you with their front feet. They rear right up on their back

    feet

    >and strike right about head and shoulder level, and their hooves are

    >surprisingly sharp. I learned a long time ago that when an animal

    like a

    >horse strikes at you with their hooves and you can't get away easily,

    the

    >best thing to do is try to make a loud noise and make an aggressive

    move

    >towards the animal. This will usually cause them to back down a bit

    so you

    >can escape. This was not a horse. This was a deer, so obviously such

    >trickery would not work. In the course of a millisecond I devised a

    >different strategy. I screamed like woman and tried to turn and run.

    The

    >reason I had always been told NOT to try to turn and run from a horse

    that

    >paws at you is that the re is a good chance that it will hit you in

    the

    >back

    >of the head. Deer may not be so different from horses after all,

    besides

    >being twice as strong and three times as evil, because the second I

    turned

    >to run, it hit me right in the back of the head and knocked me down.

    >

    >Now when a deer paws at you and knocks you down it does not

    immediately

    >leave. I suspect it does not recognize that the danger has passed.

    What

    >they do instead is paw your back and jump up and down on you while you

    are

    >laying there crying like a little girl and covering your head. I

    finally

    >managed to crawl under the truck and the deer went away.

    >

    >Now for the local legend. I was pretty beat up. My scalp was split

    open,

    >I

    >had several large goose eggs, my wrist was bleeding pretty good and

    felt

    >broken (it turned out to be just badly bruised) and my back was

    bleeding in

    >a few places, though my insulated canvas jacket had protected me from

    most

    >of the worst of it. I drove to the nearest place, which was the

    co-op. I

    >got out of the truck, covered in blood and dust and looking like hell.

    The

    >guy who ran the place saw me through the window and came running out

    >yelling

    >"what happened"

    >

    >I have never seen any law in the state of Kansas that would prohibit

    an

    >individual from roping a deer. I suspect that this is an area that

    they

    >have overlooked entirely. Knowing, as I do, the lengths to which law

    >enforcement personnel will go to exercise their power, I was concerned

    that

    >they may find a way to twist the existing laws to paint my actions as

    >criminal. I swear....not wanting to admit that I had done something

    >monumentally stupid played no part in my response. I told him "I was

    >attacked by a deer." I did not mention that at the time I had a rope

    on

    >it.

    > The evidence was all over my body. Deer prints on the back of my

    jacket

    >where it had stomped all over me and a large deer print on my face

    where it

    >had struck me there.

    >

    >I asked him to call somebody to come get me...I didn't think I could

    make

    >it

    >home on my own. He did.

    >

    >Later that afternoon, a game warden showed up at my house and wanted

    to

    >know

    >about the deer attack. Surprisingly, deer attacks are a rare thing

    and

    >wildlife and parks was interested in the event. I tried to describe

    the

    >attack as completely and accurately as I could...I was filling the

    grain

    >hopper and this deer came out of nowhere and just started kicking the

    hell

    >out of me and BIT me. It was obviously rabid or insane or something.

    >EVERYBODY for miles around knows about the deer attack (the guy at the

    >co-op

    >has a big mouth). For several weeks people dragged their kids in the

    house

    >when they saw deer around and the local ranchers carried rifles when

    they

    >filled their feeders. I have told several people the story, but NEVER

    >anybody around here. I have to see these people every day and as an

    >outsider...a "city folk"...I have enough trouble fitting in without

    them

    >snickering behind my back and whispering "there is the dumb-*ss that

    tried

    >to rope the deer.

  10. It is all in your perspective....

    There was a man who lost one of his arms in an accident. He became very

    depressed because he had loved to play guitar and do lots of things that took two arms.

    One day in his despair,he decided to commit suicide. He got on an elevator

    and went to the top of a building to jump off. He was standing on the ledge

    looking down and saw this man skipping along, whistling and kicking up his

    heels. He looked closer and saw that this man didn't have any arms at all.

    He started thinking, what am I doing up here feeling sorry for myself, I

    still have one good arm to do things with. There goes a man with no arms

    skipping down the sidewalk so happy, and going on with his life.

    He hurried down and caught up with the man with no arms. He told him how glad he was to see him because he had lost one of his arms and felt ugly and useless and was going to kill himself. He thanked him again for saving his life and he knew he could make it with one arm if that guy could go on with no arms.

    The man with no arms began dancing and whistling and kicking up his heels

    again.

    He asked, "Why are you so happy anyway?"

    He said, "I'm NOT happy ... my *ss itches."

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