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Get off my LAWN! "Grumpy Old Farts"

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Imagine this in colour and with lights and decorations on them. I don't think the National Park Service would approve! :laugh:

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Between the Cascades Copyright © Jeffrey P. Scott 1994 All rights reserved.

Okay, so there's no snow, sue me. :woot:

Here's one with snow, but perhaps a bit too many trees to decorate (same caveat - imagine it in colour). :smug:

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Merced River, Housekeeping Camp Copyright © Jeffrey P. Scott 1990 All rights reserved.
 
Yesterday I had my monthly visit with my GP. While I was there I heard this kid yelling and crying out. Jokingly I asked the nurse taking my BP what they were doing to the poor kid. She told me that he had developed cancer at age four and was being treated. She said it was terminal and soon at that. My heart just broke for the poor child and his parents. Having looked after a C4 Quadriplegic for more than thirty years I could feel for what they are going through. I detest Cancer with a passion. My Mum and both sisters developed Breast cancer which luckily they survived.

<sigh> Children should never get cancer!! :(
 
Yesterday I had my monthly visit with my GP. While I was there I heard this kid yelling and crying out. Jokingly I asked the nurse taking my BP what they were doing to the poor kid. She told me that he had developed cancer at age four and was being treated. She said it was terminal and soon at that. My heart just broke for the poor child and his parents. Having looked after a C4 Quadriplegic for more than thirty years I could feel for what they are going through. I detest Cancer with a passion. My Mum and both sisters developed Breast cancer which luckily they survived.

<sigh> Children should never get cancer!! :(
Agreed!
 
Checking closely to be certain any beverage I take from the Fountain of Youth also includes immunity to degenerative disease. Being in the peak of youth with [something incurable] ain't worth it to me.

I contend with various pains but I can soldier on. Pain lets me know that I'm alive. Age always affects the quality of life.

I see too many that medicine ensures that their bodies continue but their minds are long gone. I don't see how they enjoy life if they can't remember one moment to the next and need care throughout the day. Soon all past memories are gone. They live in a world of a four year old.
 
My mother, father, maternal grandmother, and my paternal grandfather all died of colon cancer.

I grew up 3 miles due east of the Fernald Nuclear Plant. That plant produced fissionable material for the US nuclear arsenal. That plant also released uranium dust into the atmosphere almost every day and dumped nuclear waste water into the aquifer that the plant sat on.

Eventually a whistleblower told the press about what was going on at the plant. After the NRC investigated, the whistleblower was murdered when he was thrown into a nuclear oven.

For me, I’m just waiting my turn for the colon cancer diagnosis. I to do all of the right things including getting the “Roto-Rooter Exam” every 2 years.

Im hoping there will be a cure soon for my brothers, friends I grew up with, and for me.
 
I saw my dermatologist last week and had a few spots removed. The results of the biopsies showed that two of them were skin cancer (not melanoma) but all of the cancer was removed. Too much fun in the sun when I was young. They want to check me every three months instead of yearly.

You should see the state of my arms due to sun damage!! I always wear long sleeves when out. Little did we know eh!! :(
 
... ... <sigh> Children should never get cancer!! :(


Amen, Paul.

Our whole family was devastated when our 2-year-old grandson was diagnosed with leukemia. He had been sick for a couple months, with small spots all over, but local doctors couldn't, or wouldn't, say what it was. Finally one referred him to Texas Children's Hospital in Houston and called an ambulance to take him! 30 minutes there and they sent him across the street to M.D. Anderson Cancer Center, (where they have very active and compassionate patient advocates who accompany each child on short term visits and check in frequently during inpatient times!).

Our world stopped turning. When our daughter called in tears we made a U-turn from our Family Reunion trip to head to Houston. A friend soon called and said his diagnosis, ALL, was "the best one to have"! :confused: She meant it had the highest survival rate at 85%. Seemed small comfort at the time (little did we know).

The chemo and steroids were physically hard on the li'l guy but, emotionally crushing to we adults in the family. The hair loss was tragic-looking enough, but he also blew up like a balloon! We cried and prayed and cried and prayed a lot back then. 3 years of the chemo rollercoaster, and seeing SO many other children there, many of which didn't make it. Children, actually no one!, should ever have to go through this! 2 years in he got offered a sponsorship at St. Jude's, all expenses paid, but was doing so well we opted to stay near home. The American Cancer Society is a big help to those without sponsors, as is the Ronald McDonald House for families and Make-A-Wish for children. These organizations need, and deserve, our support.

I get verklempt and thank God every time I think of him to this day. He's a senior in high school, an avid dirtbiker and works in his daddy's outboard motor/ATV/dirtbike repair and accessories shop. We march in the local annual ACS Survivors event together, since my prostate cancer was surgically cured about 27 years ago. He is very special to the whole family.

TLDR: Please support cancer research and patient services, for the children's sake, if not your own! :thumbsup:
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I see institutionalized end-of-life care and actual end-of-life care. Funny old world.

And told this story before, and likely worth a re-tell. Fellow down the street, he's a beatnik. An actual beatnik, and married to a beatnik wife with four children of beatniks. Nothing he loves more than playing drums, and he has his set all in place Gene Krupa style. He also took a look around at his options in life and took the day job of cardiac surgeon.

If asked, he would show his entire presentation on how jazz musicians lived and died. I asked, right? What he did was figure out the cost of his funeral and bought a stereo system that cost that exact sum.

New Year's Eve was all-night jazz at his house, come on in and bring your instrument. I was able to accept the invite once. And (for you motorheads) the very special 1967 Porsche Targa he drove is a whole night of entertainment over virtual lemonade. That car's history is unreal.

And what, by chance, his former scrub nurse and I are friends, and she's in London for the holidays. (FWIW the beatnik surgeon died of cancer)
 
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Agreed on the Caraway, but I'll take my BLT with Miracle Whip, thanks much.

My dad passed in 1997 from Pancreatic Cancer, still a problematic diagnosis with few survivors. In 1997 it was simply a death sentence. I was there with him when the diagnosis was delivered by the doctor. He had six months of countdown. He passed at age 77, 4 months short of his 78th birthday.
 
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