Thoughts and prayers, Drew, thoughts and prayers…
I sure hope things work out Drew.
I can sympathize Drew,
My dad was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer a few days before Christmas in 1978. The surgeons operated and he was in the hospital about 8 weeks. My mother, sister and I knew it was just a matter of time. But how much time?
He lasted about 16 months. Much of the last 6 months bed-ridden and in pain.
That time was pure Hell.
Hang tough buddy.
how do the kids say - oh yeah - been there done that. Skated a bit at the end,because no one in my family bothered to call me. And still going through her boxes - although we are done in the garage (which means starting to bring boxes of books from the storage unit).
We just took down the middle plum tree. Was intending to do it - waaaaaay too many plums and I think it is what is keeping the apricot tree from growing big and strong. Mother Nature (bless her heart) did it for us by breaking the main trunk off just past mid-way sometime in the past few days. So we clipped and sawed and now I have to crawl around on the ground to get up a ton of very un-ripe plums.
Jobs - daughter is skating on the current one - not sure at all, if she is going to be picked up even though they claim this is the last one until Sept - but also claim that they run all year long. The other two of us - not at all around here.
Must be friggin Obamabots running that shenanigans - certainly running a temp, part-time con that runs all year sounds like an Obama plan to get ‘the stupid masses (this particular job requires a four year degree)’ working - without benefits, job security or even the hint of a career/future.
Life sucks - and lets hope that the MAJORITY of Americans agree with me - we only need 51% to get this dangerous, evil empty suit out of office.
Sorry to hear this. My prayers are with you & your family.
Words fail but with ya and as you know, we’ve been there too and so understand. It isn’t an easy thing to deal with.
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