It's good news, thank you! The liver mets are at least stable, and probably improved. There are a couple of bone spots that may be worse, but that's not life-threatening. I will have a treatment on Monday!
Oh, and yesterday was exactly six months since I was given a prognosis of six months. Funnily enough the team are delighted to be told they were wrong, which doesn't often happen.
Oh, and yesterday was exactly six months since I was given a prognosis of six months. Funnily enough the team are delighted to be told they were wrong, which doesn't often happen.
Yes, my oncologist - who told me I'd be dead before the end of April, and that "It's possible that we could have a conversation on May 1, but I'd be very surprised" - was equally delighted when I called and wished him a happy May Day.
I need to be here to vote in November! (Actually, I need to be here when a coronavirus vaccine is approved, so that I can have the music I want at my memorial service, but one step at a time.)
My husband plays taps as part of the honor guard that does veteran's funerals around here. One day the minister of the moment based his sermon around "Amazing Grace" and my husband couldn't resist playing it on his trumpet, it and one other song are his two daily practice songs that he's gotten really good at. They were all moved to tears and now everyone has to have it at every funeral. I've told him I want him to play his other practice song at my funeral, "Tangerine."
Mum's plan for her funeral had a list of hymns, with a note that she did not want Amazing Grace - "That darn Grace keeps popping up everywhere."
I have a similar list, and my list likewise says “Amazing Grace” is not permitted.
From time to time, I’ve thought sharing the hymns shipmates would like—and perhaps forbid on threat of haunting—at their funerals might make an interesting thread.
The Pater wanted a piper at his service, and gave instructions that s/he should play Scots laments - "but not "Amazing Grace"! (The piper was just fine with that.) I don't want it at mine, either.
#1 with a bullet for my personal "do not use on pain of haunting" list is "On Eagles' Wings." Ick, ech, barf me out the back door, and I will haunt you.
That hymn (for some odd reason known only to God, and His Saints) always reminds me of My Old Mum, though I don't think we sang it at her funeral...
ION, I keep getting adverts on my email page for 'Funeral Planing Services' (yes, that is the speeling). Makes me think one is expected to make one's own coffin, and make it nicely, or else...
ION, I keep getting adverts on my email page for 'Funeral Planing Services' (yes, that is the speeling). Makes me think one is expected to make one's own coffin, and make it nicely, or else...
Last night I had an Incident: I was getting ready for bed when I suddenly, abruptly, had to sit down. Once seated (on said bed, conveniently), I collapsed onto my left side. I tried to talk, and I knew what I was trying to say, but my aide thought the babble meant that I was having a stroke, and wanted to take me immediately to the ER.
When I recovered (I told her, "I was just speaking in tongues!" but she didn't get it), I called my internist's practice partner; she considered that it might have been a TIA, but agreed that it was probably due to my being extremely anemic, which can cause dangerously low blood pressure. She further agreed that the Germ Farm is not a good place for people like me, so said that I could go to bed if I promised to call an ambulance if it happened again. It didn't, so I didn't.
It was frightening, though; a stroke/TIA was a possibility that had frankly never occurred to me. You think you have everything covered, but...
Glad you seem to have recovered..I agree it must have been frightening for you and your aide. Now get mad at Trump and raise that blood pressure, I am sure that would be easy.
When they were telling me about the dangers of my brain surgery, back in 2016, the consultant went through the possible side-effects of the operation...
1. Death - OK, thought I, that's nothing to worry about...
2. A Stroke - Ah, thought I, now that is something to worry about...
There was other, less drastic, stuff, but those were the two biggies.
So sorry about The Incident, Ross. How frightening. I'm sorry about the anemia, too. I was severely anemic when I was pregnant many years ago and I still remember the inexpressible fatigue. It was worse than no energy it was like negative energy. I would sit on the couch thinking, in a few minutes I'm going to have to get up and go to the bathroom, and tears would roll down my cheeks in self pity.
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Thank you for that. I've had a week's holiday from the Ship, as I wasn't coping with it, but I'm delighted you're still here now I've come back.
I need to be here to vote in November! (Actually, I need to be here when a coronavirus vaccine is approved, so that I can have the music I want at my memorial service, but one step at a time.)
Of course you do. There will be a Ship full of Orneries who are there in spirit.
It had obviously been a favourite amongst her friends.
From time to time, I’ve thought sharing the hymns shipmates would like—and perhaps forbid on threat of haunting—at their funerals might make an interesting thread.
And “Tangerine” sounds awesome, @Twilight.
#1 with a bullet for my personal "do not use on pain of haunting" list is "On Eagles' Wings." Ick, ech, barf me out the back door, and I will haunt you.
Just as I am, though tossed about
With many a conflict, many a doubt,
Fightings and fears within, without,
O Lamb of God, I come.
Says it all, to my mind. And the other verses are great too.
ION, I keep getting adverts on my email page for 'Funeral Planing Services' (yes, that is the speeling). Makes me think one is expected to make one's own coffin, and make it nicely, or else...
Presumably The Old Rugged Cross isn't allowed?
This one? Can I come? (last a couple of decades more and I'll learn the Paul Desmond alto part).
Robert, I love "Just as I Am." The first time I heard it, it was sung by Willie Nelson on his "The Red Headed Stranger," album.
When I recovered (I told her, "I was just speaking in tongues!" but she didn't get it), I called my internist's practice partner; she considered that it might have been a TIA, but agreed that it was probably due to my being extremely anemic, which can cause dangerously low blood pressure. She further agreed that the Germ Farm is not a good place for people like me, so said that I could go to bed if I promised to call an ambulance if it happened again. It didn't, so I didn't.
It was frightening, though; a stroke/TIA was a possibility that had frankly never occurred to me. You think you have everything covered, but...
Seriously though, that sounds scary. Prayers ascending.
When they were telling me about the dangers of my brain surgery, back in 2016, the consultant went through the possible side-effects of the operation...
1. Death - OK, thought I, that's nothing to worry about...
2. A Stroke - Ah, thought I, now that is something to worry about...
There was other, less drastic, stuff, but those were the two biggies.
TBTG, I suffered neither.