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Michele and Sheri would take turns "protecting" me and terrorizing me (notice terror is not in qoutes lol) I must preface this post with the following admission: I was not the brightest child in the world. I would like to contribute that to the fact I just wanted to trust everyone but hey the knife wasn't that sharp back in the really young days so maybe it was a combination of stupidity and faith. Anyhow I was (and still am) a very picker eater. So we would be at the table for dinner and I would have vegetables I didn't want to eat. Michele, being the loving sister she is, would whisper in my ear "Pretend to eat the vegetables but put them in your napkin and then go to the bathroom and flush them down the toilet" I could have been one of those cartoon characters with the huge light bulb above his head. What a great idea. My sister was a genius!1!zomgeleven (even though back then we did not have !1!zomgeleven it still applies) So I go through with my mast...

I talked with Michele tonight and it was her off week from the chemo pills. Understandably she sounds so much better on these weeks. 2 weeks of 8 pills a day and a week off. Repeat. She thinks they may take some tests after this next round that starts Friday. But regardless of how many or how few conversations we have left it's always good to talk with Michele

You wanna make sumin of it? Do YA?

OK y'all can mull this over while I'm greeting the great unwashed masses in San Diego. In between dealing with people today who just figured out they or I am about to be gone for a week my thoughts went to our blogs. There are the 5 of us listed as contributors (even though, sadly, it seems Portly has been stuck in the meat world for far too long) And then I think there a few other people who are in our mutual orbit. D-Cup Linda OuyangDan Burning Prairie Brave Sir Robin And maybe a few more I'm leaving out. So hows bout a "blog switch day"? We plan it enough ahead and we all write a post for each others blog. No we dont give out passwords etc it would be done via email (or I Phone if you have one :)) and on one day we all posts other peoples writing at our places with the usual links etc. Since we five rule the island we make up the rules, invite who we want and go from there. Maybe it's a bad idea and it was more ti think about something than comic books and...

Except, well, I'm a dude.... You Act Like You Are 31 Years Old You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more! You're responsible, wise, and have enough experience to understand a lot of the world. You're at the point in your life where you understand yourself pretty well. You are figuring out what you want... and how to get it! What Age Do You Act?

The following is a direct transcript of a "status conversation" * that took place today, over a four hour period, between two supposed grownups. Bob: Flargle razmitsif! Jen: Fling waddle clip Bob: /nods/ Yep, that's it exactly. Jen: Smashis crawp pru thysysphy Bob: Razr! Bliff norgush wal pliffy! Jen: /Fragwess/ Klimpet snaragon twanzy. Bob: Snaragon flazny? Cojrig mofe labbis. Jen: Grimplet strabbit foos. Twilup pagglist mar bulidep... Bob: (Jaznit reebly) Marschk o dlappisney. Jen: Vlinto sparinad...postrimex exto fin pwaddle. 9.9 Bob: FHF! Nyl priznat wabby. /ghusch/ Jen: Brrcafi > Nucafi? Diyo. Diyo san. Bob: Diyo san, mrajif. Jen: Plentif sprawnix zyglio, sprit twiz braddle. Pio blund :) Bob: Shazliffit. ;) Jen: Crogimot limbal. Zyble! Bob: Mallafah! Hey, we knew what we were saying! * (if you don't get it, you obviously don't have GMail.)

As I said in my lame post last night I talked with Michele who said she would never go through anything like radiation again. And we briefly talked about Mom's decision to opt out of chemo. And reminded ourselves that we all supported that decision. And I did my best to let her know that whatever decision she makes she has the same support from her brother, sister, and father. And tonight on the way home I cried a bit. (Or a lot depending on how you look at it :)) People die every day in ways that are much more horrific than what my sister is going through. But in the end what it comes down to is my sister is going to die. Probably before me, before Dad, before Sheri, before her husband and wonderful kids. But even if that happens she will always be with us and we will support her and whatever decisions she makes. It is not me being filled up with radioactive crap and going to the bathroom and throwing up at the same time. It is not me looking at 2 wonderful children wondering how ...