PARASAILING WAS FUN!!!
I WONDER WHAT'S NEXT? ZIP LINING MAYBE???
Yesterday, John had an appointment with Dr. Sunita Nasta, at the Hospital of the University of Pennsylvania to get the results of the 6 month PET scan to see if his cancer has returned or not. For those of you new to my blog, you can read John's full story here. You can also read more of John's story by clicking on the Label, CANCER SUCKS on my sidebar.
** NOTE: my brother Michael describes a PET scan (positron emission tomography) as this: they make you drink nuclear shit and then they x-ray you, similar to a CT scan. If anything lights up, you probably have cancer.
Anyway, about 2 weeks ago, John had his semi-annual PET scan done. We drove to HUP for his appointment.
When he had his appointment in October 2010, Dr. Nasta leaped into the air as she popped into the room, with a big grin on her face and pronounced YOU ARE BETTER THAN EVER!!!
Not so much this time.
Yesterday, she walked into the room, no smile on her face. Oh shit. This isn't good.
She told us that the scan showed 2 very small nodes, less than a centimeter in diameter each. For those of us Americans who are not metric literate, a centimeter is about 1/3 of an inch. Teeny tiny.
But they lit up and that's not good. One in the groin, one in the neck. They are so small she couldn't even feel them.
She asked if John had been sick recently or had a fever. Nope. He has lost about 10 pounds since his last visit. He does get tired and often falls asleep when he gets home from work at 4 pm.
So John had 2 choices. He could get an ultra-sound and she'd then do a biopsy (on a teeny tiny node that she can't feel), or John could get another PET scan in 6 weeks to see if they grew and to also see if they light up again. He opted to get the PET scan at the end of June (6 weeks will have gone by since his last one) and see her again on July 6.
There is a possibility that the lighting up was a fluke caused by a fever or virus that John wasn't aware of. Or the scanner in the lab is new and maybe a little "enthusiastic" in his interpretation of the scan.
So, now John has an appointment on June 28 for his scan and then an appointment on July 6 to get the results. If the scan shows the nodes are cancerous again, John will have to start yet another round of Chemo.
We went to the Potbelly Sandwich Shop to grab a bite, since John had been fasting all day. While we were there, we discussed it, calmly. Again, we are taking a positive approach. This is another battle in this war called Cancer. He's not going to let this get him down. Hopefully, the next test will be a good one and we can relax for a few months again. If not, well, I guess I'll be driving the Schuylkill Expressway into Center City Philadelphia quite often again. I think I should get my AAA membership renewed.
Dear Whoever Posted the comparison photos of Prince William and his lovely bride,
OK, you got me and a lot of other folks across America.
You see, yesterday, someone posted these photos of Prince William and Kate Middleton and compared them to the Disney pictures of Cinderella and Prince Charming at their wedding. Also in the picture are comparison photos of the Ugly Stepsisters and The Princesses Beatrice and Eugenie. The similarities was astounding! Look for yourself! (sorry the photo isn't real clear. It's the best I could do)
We all laughed at the similarities. C'mon, you know you did! You might even have put them on your own Facebook page and shared them with your friends. I know I did!
Then this evening, I read an article online about how someone photo-shopped the Disney pictures to match the ones taken at the Royal Wedding. Surely they were kidding!!! So I googled Disney Cinderella wedding images and this is what I found.
They aren't even close! We were duped!!! Someone just pointed another flaw out to me. In the fake photo, Cinderella is a brunette. In the real photo, she's a blonde! I didn't even notice that!
I feel cheated, especially with the Ugly Stepsister/ Real Princesses photos! I thought that was brilliant!
Dear Friends,
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On Sunday, John and I took a trip back to Peace Valley Park, so I could get some changing leaves and great sunsets photos. I did get some lovely shots, like these... (click on any of the photos below to get a bigger and better view and some good details)
Then, I saw this...
WHAT????? Is she really wearing a wedding gown???
My sister told me that apparently this is the new thing to do after your wedding. Ruin your wedding gown in a fun way, because you're never going to wear it again. Brides jump in mud puddles and other crazy things (like roll around in a cold lake) .
I can't imagine my daughter doing this after her wedding, especially after all the money she spent to purchase her gown. (she won't and I'm sure you'll see a comment from her confirming this!!)
I, myself, had my wedding gown preserved, in case one of my daughters wanted to wear it when they got married. I should have realized when I married a man who was 6'2" tall (and I'm 5' maybe) that chances were, any daughter I had would be taller than me (Gina is 5'3" and Dani is 5'5")
Here's a blast from the past! My brother, Michael and me on my wedding day in 1981. Michael gave me away because my Dad had passed on the year before. I paid $250 for my dress, which probably equates to about $1,000 in today's dollars. I can't imagine ruining this lovely dress!
Anyway, I Just thought it was nuts! To ruin a perfectly good dress, even if you don't plan to wear it ever again. Maybe a future daughter might! Or use the material to make a First Communion dress or a Baptismal gown.
This is one of my favorite Christmas stories. Poor poor Agnes. My Darling,
I went to the door today and the postman delivered a "Partridge in a pear tree." What a thoroughly delightful gift. I couldn't have been more surprised. You're an angel.
With all my love and devotion,
Agnes Darling,
Today, the postman brought your very sweet gift. Just imagine "Two turtle doves." I'm delighted at your very thoughtful gift. They are adorable and I love you for them.
All my love,
Agnes Dear Fred,
Oh! Aren't you the extravagant one? Now I really must protest. I don't deserve such generosity as "Three French hens." They are just darling but I must insist, you've been too kind.
Love,
Agnes Dear Fred,
Today the postman delivered "Four calling birds." Now really, they are beautiful but don't you think enough is enough? You're being too romantic.
Affectionately,
Agnes Dearest Fred,
What a surprise! The postman just delivered the "Five golden rings"; one for every finger. You're just impossible, but I love it. Frankly, all those birds squawking were beginning to get on my nerves.
All my love,
Agnes Dear Fred,
I couldn't believe my eyes this morning as I walked out onto the front porch and there were "Six geese a laying" on my front steps. So you're back to the birds again - huh? Those geese are huge. Where will I ever keep them? The neighbors are complaining and I can't sleep through the racket. I love your thoughtfulness, but -
Please Stop!
Cordially,
Agnes Fred,
What's with you and those fucking birds??? Today I received "Seven swans a swimming." What kind of a goddamn joke is this? These birds shit all over the house and they never stop with that awful goddamn racket. I can't sleep at night and I'm a nervous wreck.
Stop your laughing damn you! It's not funny. Just knock it off with those fucking birds, OK?????
Sincerely,
Agnes OK Buster,
I think I prefer the birds. What the hell am I going to do with "Eight maids a milking??" It's not enough with all those birds and the 8 maids milking, but they had to bring their goddamn cows! There is shit all over the lawn and I can't even move in my own house. Just lay off me, smartass!!
Agnes Hey Shithead,
What are you??? Some kind of sadist??? Now I've got "Nine pipers playing" and Christ do they play! They haven't stopped chasing those maids since they've arrived this morning. The cows are getting upset and they're stepping all over the screeching fucking birds. What the hell am I going to do?? The neighbors have already started a petition to have me evicted.
You'll get yours, bastard,
Agnes You Rotten Prick,
Who in hell needs "Ten ladies dancing??" I can't imagine why I call these sluts "ladies." They've been balling the pipers all night long. Now the cows can't sleep and all the goddamn racket around here has given them diarrhea. My living room is a river of shit! The Commisioner of Bldgs. has subpoenaed me to give cause why the building should not be condemned!
I'm sicking the police on you, asshole!
One who means it!!! Listen Fuckhead,
What's with the "Eleven lords a leaping" on those maids and ladies??? Some of these poor broads will never walk again. The pipers ravaged the maids, gang-banged the ladies, and now are committing sodomy on the cows. All 23 birds are dead. They were trampled to death in the orgy. I hope you're satisfied, you rotten vicious bastard!
I hate your guts, dumbshit,
Agnes Dear Sir:
This is to acknowledge your latest gift "Twelve fiddlers fiddling" which you have seen fit to inflict on our client, Miss Agnes McHolstein. As you no doubt have guessed, the destruction of her property was total. You are advised that all future correspondence with our client should be cleared through this office.
I feel compelled to warn you that if you should attempt to reach Miss McHolstein at Happy Dale Sanitarium, the attendants of that institution have instructions to shoot you on sight. With this letter please find attached a warrant for your arrest.
Season's Greetings,
J. Frank Cahole Attorney
