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I thought about checking in with my parents on Friday night. It kept getting later and later, so I figured I'd call dad in the morning. As I went about my usual day, going to the post office, the store, I stopped at the jewelry store to have the gold

Easter Sunday, Christian Showers left his earthly body and this little angel went home. Please stop by the blog site his mother made for him, scroll down and read about his courage. He had the heart of a lion and his mother is a warrior. Peace to you little Christian. http://www.christianshowers.blogspot.com/

Yep. I'm doing it. Keeping up. Working my ass off, working out. Lab work is decent and I'm holding my own. Meds are manageable and I more than resemble a human being most days. Mentally I still feel early thirty something. But today I received a SHOCKINGLY, SOBERING reminder, while washing

Time flies, having fun or not. Good friends are worth their weight in gold. Good fortune has absolutely nothing to do with money. Cheers! Here's to a new year filled with good health, good friends and good fortune!

Hmmmm, looking forward to all those wonderful smells of thanksgiving dinner. Nephews running around, my dad's jokes, mom and dad's matching outfits (handmade by my mother of course), turkey, stuffing, my sister's fameous cranberry sauce, pumpkin pie with EXTRA whip cream, football games and laughter. But of course it all starts out

The kind of day that makes you glad you're alive. Temps in the 60's. A big, bright, warm sun. A blue sky that goes on forever. Wow.  

Lab work is improving, but not enough. They've doubled my medication. I'm now taking a dose, two times weekly. It's made me a bit of a freak, but I hear being a freak is the new "normal". Smile

The meds make me feel like I can't focus in on anything. Like my blonde roots are showing. (I'm Italian). Distant. Dazed. Confused. Ok, so I guess I'm just about normal.

I am back on meds. They believe it's growing back. Both Neuro surgeon and endocrinologist feel some micro-scopic cells left from the tumor must be producing more prolactin. It's disapointing knowing they didn't get it all out. But it explains the rising level. The good news is, even if the bastard

My body is covered in scars. Some visible and some are not. Some of them are from battle and some are from poor decisions, wrong timing or bad luck. Never-the-less they've all become a road map of where I've been and a more than significant reminder, that I did in fact participate in