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Brain Tumor History And Other Rants
 
Thursday, November 17, 2005  
11/17/05

Medical update:
I am starting my chemo soon beginning of December, it's finally decided a 3 drug treatment we will see how my body will handle it. My long term disability was restored and I like you am still broke, just definitely not as broke.

More cleaning out my family closet if interested read on if not check out.

What's cool about the blog is instead of playing wedding requests I can put up songs I like and that mean stuff to me.

Artist: Lou Reed
Album: Berlin
Title: The Kids

They're taking her children away
Because they said she was not a good mother
They're taking her children away
Because she was making it with sisters and brothers
And everyone else, all of the othersLike cheap officers who would
Stand there and flirt in front of me

They're taking her children away
Because they said she was not a good mother
They're taking her children away
Because of the things that they heard she had done
The black air force sergeant was not the first one
And all of the drugs she took, every one, every one
And i am the water boy, the real game's not over here
But my heart is overflowin' anyway
I'm just a tired man, no words to say
But since she lost her daughter
It's her eyes that fill with water
And i am much happier this way

They're taking her children away
Because they said she was not a good mother
They're taking her children away
Because number one was the girl friend from paris
The things that they did, ah, they didn't have to ask us
And then the welshman from india, who came here to stay
They're taking her children away
Because they said she was not a good mother
They're taking her children away
Because of the things she did in the streets
In the alleys and bars, no she couldn't be beat
That miserable rotten slut couldn't turn, anyone away
I am the water boy, the real game's not over here
But my heart is overflowin' anyway
I'm just a tired man, no words to say
But since she lost her daughter
It's her eyes that fill with water
And i am much happier this way

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I am not the one who will judge you…..
Did you notice your daughter made up with you when she needed money for a wedding?
Before that she called you every name in the book.
Do you really know why you don't enjoy coming out here?
Gee am I ever around?
I need to forgive you ... what are you worried you weren't around in my happiest and saddest times?
We all make choices my father taught me responsibility and loyalty in my choices.... you made your own choices for yourself at the time, it isn't my problem to need to know why, I know right from wrong. Your choices were wrong. I am starting the best time in my life now, and have lived through my darkest hours without your support. I am still fighting with my A team. You can keep your miserable daughter. She pushed her husbands family away just like you. Congrats.

3:30 PM

Wednesday, November 16, 2005  
11/16/05

The things that can be done to help us survive and to cure us have become very expensive. What's the alternative? I'll tell you what it is; Go back 50 years, don't take medication, don't have surgery and die young.

7:27 AM

Friday, November 11, 2005  
This one is from bitter-Bob to all you people that are still toi busy to say hi, I decided to let you off the hook and give you a song from you to me, thanks. You probably didn't thank a veteran today either that's between you and your consciousness

Bob

DAVID BOWIE - Everyone Says 'HI'
Album: Heathen
Said you took a big trip
They said you moved away
Happened oh, so quietly
They say
Shoulda took a picture
Something I could keep
Buy a little frame
Something cheap
For you
Everyone says hi
Said you sailed a big ship
Said you sailed away
Didn't know the right thingTo say
I'd love to get a letter
Like to know what's what
Hope the weather's good
And it's not too hot
For you
Everyone says hi
Everyone says hi
Everyone says
Don't stay in a sad place
Where they don't care how you are
Everyone says hi
If the money is lousy
You can always come home
We can do the old things
We can do all the bad things
If the food gets you leery
You can always phone
We could do all the good things
We could do it, we could do it,we could do it
Don't stay in a bad place
Where they don't care how you are
Everyone says hi
Everyone says hi
Everyone says hi
And the girl next door
And the guy upstairs
Everyone says hi
And your mum and dad
Everyone says hi
And your big fat dog
Everyone says hi
Everyone says hi
Hi hi hi hi

8:08 PM

 
11/11/05

Did you notice it was Veterans Day today, or did veterans die so generations after them could forget their pain? Say thanks to people that protect your lame ass freedom to: talk to loud on a cell phone on a bus, pay to much for coffee, eat fast food everyday, so you can drink beers from around the world, not wait in line only to find out that there is no more bread at the store. I mean I pass a grocery store to get to the better shop-rite. These and many other dumb things are all freedoms we have because men and women fought for this country. Imagine your life with your IPod sweet right? Now imagine it without it. Thank your military forces past and present, thank them for everything you have EVERYTHING.

For you dad, still my hero (Where do you think I learned how to fight this? Certainly not from a mother that walked away, no, Donna does that.)

Sometimes You Can't Make It On Your Own
by U2
Album: How To Dismantle an Atomic Bomb

Tough, you think you’ve got the stuff
You’re telling me and anyone
You’re hard enough
You don’t have to put up a fight
You don’t have to always be right
Let me take some of the punches
For you tonight
Listen to me now
I need to let you know
You don’t have to go it alone
And it’s you when I look in the mirror
And it’s you when I don’t pick up the phone
Sometimes you can’t make it on your own

We fight all the time
You and I… that’s alright
We’re the same soulI don’t need…
I don’t need to hear you say
That if we weren’t so alike
You’d like me a whole lot more
Listen to me nowI need to let you know
You don’t have to go it alone
And it’s you when I look in the mirror
And it’s you when I don’t pick up the phone
Sometimes you can’t make it on your own
I know that we don’t talkI’m sick of it all
Can - you - hear - me – when – I –Sing,
you’re the reason I sing
You’re the reason why the opera is in me…
Where are we now?
I’ve got to let you know
A house still doesn’t make a home
Don’t leave me here alone...
And it’s you when I look in the mirror
And it’s you that makes it hard to let go
Sometimes you can’t make it on your own
Sometimes you can’t make it
The best you can do is to fake it
Sometimes you can’t make it on your own

Remember your vets they fought for you and me.

7:44 PM

Wednesday, November 09, 2005  
The grumps. Sometimes we get 'em. I don't know where they come from all the time. I don't know if it can come from subconscious nerves of this treatment. I know some of what is around the bend some things I don't know. Chemo Sucks. F Cancer. I am sorry to the people affected directly by this. I feel like a grumpy bear that needs to crawl into his den and hide, but thats not an option for me. I have people that can't live without my witty banter, me being one of them, could anyone that knows me imagine me being quiet?
9:46 AM

Friday, November 04, 2005  
Blood test done today. Heather still in a sling. Walk it off I know!!!!!! j/k Dogs in trouble today. Exciting life. Biggest problem I don't know if I am getting any Netflix movies in time for the weekend.... drama....
11:31 AM

Wednesday, November 02, 2005  
Got my flu shot... another Dr. apt tommorrow, blood tests Friday. MRI on the 14th. Dr. apt. on the 9th just rockin and rollin in needles and questionaires. Makes ya jealous I know. Heather Banged her elbow good last night, another dr. visit tonight.
11:02 AM

Tuesday, November 01, 2005  
My insurance company finally got my update from my doctors office. Now I just have to wait to see of Met Life still deems me disabled.
I guess with this tumor thing happening 3 times some friends get past making a big deal about it/ staying that close. Or they think it is closer to consuming me, and fear keeps them from being close. Either way I am still here, It just gets quiet sometimes, dead quiet. I wish I could go out more and do more but I just don't have the energy to go out and with this chemo thing coming up I will be imprisoned here.
I know certain cats that have dropped off of the radar, I know keeping up is a 2 way street, so a little while back I tried to reach out to a bunch of supporters. We passed emails and it went back to quiet. You see when you are out like this, you feel like you are interrupting peoples lives. I know I am in a lot of thoughts and prayers and for that I am very thankful and at any time I have some troops at a phone calls distance it's a great feeling. Maybe it's just because I am such a social-talk-a lot monster that I miss that social interaction. But I do get to call doctors offices and insurance companies a lot.
I like people that are so close locally in NJ and have not seen me at all this entire year. Nice close friends, no big deal nothing Bob hasn't done before.

People are strange when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven when you're down

When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange

People are strange when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven when you're down
When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange

7:54 AM

 
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