MY DISCLAIMER: I swear Ron, I did not put Sharon up to that. REALLY
and Sharon? Hugs. These things do happen. Remember my friend Jim? Four brain two tumors, two inoperable. He was given six months to live, and they left the option for treatment up to him, as they didn't have much hope. He gambled on recovery and won.
Two tumors removed, the other two reduced so markedly that they may go back in this summer--if the tumors are still there.
I'll send you a pic of him if you like. I spent Samhein with him at my friend Norma's and we just smiled and cried all night long. (Y'see, I couldn't resist kissing the scar on his bald head.) And funny, but being a Veteran, they took very good care of him at the V.A. The thing he was proudest of though was his false teeth. Formerly toothless, he now has a dazzling set of falsies to flash. And plenty to smile about too. So don't give up hope. But then, I don't have to tell you that.
Maureen, I know I owe you an 'e', but I did want to say that quite often the best things have happened to me while doing some little thing, that didn't seem to matter to me much at the time, but I later learned meant a great deal to others. I have a feeling you're going to have a wonderful holiday.
and Sunshine? I did read, and I am running behind panting, but smiling at you--you are indeed a gracious poet. I read something today too that made me think of you--did you know that the current Poet Laureate of the United States is a retired insurance salesman?
*chuckling and shaking my head*
Oh yes, good people, there is always hope.