One's age does not make one a queen, dear. It's a state of mind.

But if you would like, we shall dub you "Princess". ;)



<<HUGS>> to DP.

Oh, DP, I'm so sorry to hear this. If you need anything (I know the frustrations from a sick mom all too well) please, please feel free to call and vent or call on me for anything.

I am so sorry! I know she has put you through it before, being stubborn about treatment. Please be as un-sunshiny as you need to be. You can match the weather all you want.

I'm thinking good thoughts for all of you. I hate to think of your darling parents sitting in the ER. As upsetting as your mom's choices are, she is still the cutest thing. That's part of what is so frustrating!

Good thoughts DP.

DP-Best wishes to your mom and your family.

DP - As someone genetically predispositioned to exactly that kind of, "Oh, I'm fine, I don't need to see a doctor," and therefore someone who's been on both ends of it...I fully understand your anger/fear/frustration (my dad came within 24 hours of death due to ignoring major warning signs). But try to understand that your mom likely is as ashamed of/frustrated with herself as you are.

It's hard to articulate, but Snowflake is right that there's an element of fear. I know better, she knew better, my dad knew better...but something not quite definable (at least not by me...else I wouldn't have this issue, would I?) just makes not dealing with it a more comfortable route. More than "more comfortable". The thought of dealing with it can be almost paralyzing. I wish it weren't so, and I hope my dad's experience will be enough of an object lesson for me to be smarter about it...but I know I can't guarantee that.

DP, I hope it is nothing more serious than a bad case of the flu. I'm thinking about you and your family.

DPR, too perfect. Thurston loves to "kiss" things.

Ah, sweetie, but only Vera Charles knew for sure....... :evil:

They did a CT scan. It's a large mass that's blocking everything. They're going to run a biopsy tonight and we'll know more. And, because of what my mom went through with the last surgery, she's arguing against being treated.

I told my dad I'll drive up there now, and I got, "Stay put and don't worry. We want you to have the party and have fun, because we want to hear all about it and see pictures. We're happy knowing you're happy. Don't make us worry about you." Yeah. Some fun. They've always taught me to be strong, and to carry on, and to push through with the good things, squeeze lemons into lemonade, yada, yada, yada. But, sometimes, it's damn near impossible to always be ****ting rainbows out of every orifice. Sometimes, strength just isn't there.

I'm so sick of this cancer ****.