November 2002 rediagnosed with a recurring tumor I am going to bring you through the whole fun thing
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This is where you stick random tidbits of information about yourself.
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Brain Tumor History And Other Rants
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Friday, November 11, 2005
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
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