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Damn, Guy, I really hate to hear all that.
I'll let folks know. I know it's way too easy to say hang in there. That's got to be a rugged time.
Take care, friend.
JT
posted by
strat
on October 12, 2011 at 10:17 AM
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Glad everybody got a kick out of this one!
posted by
strat
on October 12, 2011 at 10:15 AM
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My uncles rode in the back 'cause the DOGS always smelled better!
Strat,
I've been missing for the past several months now, due to that old joke about telling someone, "Cheer up, things could always be worse!" & sure enough, things really DO get WORSE! Right after Marilyn managed to run through the last of my bank account, lavishing gifts upon her grandkids in an attempt to buy their love, she began a slow decline in her health, strength, ambition, mental acuity, drastic weight loss, etc. which became impossible for her to deny or ignore. Long story short, it turns out that in addition to battling multiple sclerosis, she now has pancreatic cancer. More than once lately, I thought that I was just about to lose her. At our local hospital we were told that she was literally only a very few minutes from death, when I took her into the Emergency Room. She remembers them saying "moments," but it was a very close call. Right now, it is hard to hold my head up, I awaken repeatedly every night, worrying when I ought to be resting. On the day that I just mentioned, the one she nearly died, I lost my job of the last ten years, (so much for the promise that the Council on Aging would "Be extremely understanding, should Marilyn's health worsen, demanding that I would need time off, to care for her, because after all, caring for senion citizens & the infirm is what they all all ABOUT.) and I am now gathering metal from our boneyard out in the tall grass out back, to pay the bills with.
Sufice it to say, that I haven't been able or inclined to write anything lately. Please pass along the word about Marilyn's grave condition, to my friends at Blogit for if you would, and please forgive me if I ask that those of our friends who are inclined to pray for her,....... Please do not tell me about it, I probably would not appreciate this kind loving gesture as I ought to, and might snap out an inappropriate comment, responding angrily in my pain. Call it a character flaw.
Thanks Pal, I value all of my dear friends, and recommend that they make a point of telling their loved ones so, while it is still possible.
Guy
posted by
northsage_45
on October 10, 2011 at 8:49 AM
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I was thinking the same as Taps! sam
posted by
sam444
on October 4, 2011 at 3:23 PM
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Reading this brought back lots of memories.
posted by
TAPS.
on October 3, 2011 at 9:31 PM
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Strat
I never would have sat in the truck bed with the dog in the cab, it would have been bye,bye grandpa, let the dog dig away. LOL
posted by
WileyJohn
on October 3, 2011 at 7:16 PM
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LOL..Oh poor Butch.....and i can just see the poor Uncle's sitting in the
back of the truck while the really useful doggie sits in the front.
posted by
Kabu
on October 3, 2011 at 6:34 PM
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Hi Reasons!
Yeah, that's pretty much been my experience...
posted by
strat
on October 3, 2011 at 2:15 PM
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So, no matter how they're fed, they live 10-12 years.
posted by
reasons
on October 3, 2011 at 12:52 PM
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