Go, stay, but do what you want to do.

My dad called. She couldn't talk to me just then, because they were putting a tube down her throat to help relieve pressure until they can at least clear everything out and do the scoping.

According to the doctor, once they do the scoping, she can come home until they have the biopsy results on Monday. So, she told my father that she wants to come here for the weekend to have fun and go to DL on Sunday. I wish IASW weren't closed. It's her favorite.

I told him to keep talking to her about the trip in May and all the fun we'll have. I think it will help keep her in a fighting mood, instead of refusing further treatment. Give her something to look forward to, ya know? She's been so excited about it - she's been buying new clothes, making plans on everything to see...

My entire life, I've never really heard my dad cry, until now.

One minute I'm pissed, then I'm crying the next. I thought we were done with the whole mess and had finally overcome it. We're close - I talk to her everyday.

Thanks for letting me just talk it out. I just don't even know what to really think right now.

Hugs DP - to you and your parents.

I'm sorry DP. This whole thing really sucks. ((((((HUGS))))))

Add me to the "Just go" camp. Do it for her, do it for yourself, do it for your dad.



On another train of thought... This is my last night in Sacramento! I get to go home to my BillyBear tomorrow! :D

I'm sorry DP. This whole thing really sucks. ((((((HUGS))))))

I feel like I am crushed between two cars- with claws

Nausea sick icky icky.....and my manager pushing for me to come back to work- told her Monday for sure.....tomorrow-no way...maybe a couple hours Saturday- but doubtful if I feel like this.

Misery.....and I read about how the surgery is performed....ACK!

Hey, she is Southern!



Ba-dum-ching!
:D

heh- I did that once/ I had a fireplace in my apartment. I took all, and I mean ALL- the dead branches off our dead Christmas tree and stuffed them in the hearth- and lit it.

Trouble is- the flue was closed. It caught like crazy and flames started licking up the wall. I had a shelf above the fireplace acting as a mantle- I grabbed all the stuff off it and tore the shelf from the wall- THEN I grabbed the handle for the flue- and of course burned myself in the process.

Billows of black smoke coming from my apartment- and no one called the fire dept.

Luckily there were so many layers of paint on the wall I was able to scrub off the black soot-

I was such a dork!

Don't you mean "a chicka booma chick"? :)