I like to scratch my itch in public.

[Moetown]

The everything-got-extra-fucked-up decade

[Doctor Rock]

Well, I feel like Typhoid Mary over here with all the bad news, but here is the latest...

My dad didn't start his treatment after all today. For the past couple of days, my dad's been (sporadically) "confused" (things like pointing the remote at the window instead of the TV, and picking it up thinking it's the phone), but today it was worse. He woke up from a full night sleep, was up for a few minutes, then immediately wanted to go back to sleep. My mom knew that wasn't "right," so called the docs who told her to bring him back to hospital. My baby sister took them. He didn't know what year it was, or his birthday, stuff like that. Really scary. They're calling for MRI tomorrow,and among the possible things they're saying it could be is a stroke (or series of minor strokes) or brain cancer. Just to add shit to an already shitty situation. Needless to say, his chemo/radiation are delayed again, as I said. Hoping they're just giving worst case scenarios so when it turns out to be "nothing,"
it'll be a huge relief. We can hope that's it.

Anyway, there's the latest. My other sister was the one to call, as my mom's a mess, unable to speak on the phone. I'd called earlier to say I was thinking of them, hoped it went all right, etc. (before I knew about all of this, obviously) and my voicemail made my mom cry. At least for once I made her cry because of something nice, instead of because of my usual fuck-ups.

I feel nauseous.

Karen, I'm so sorry.  I'm thinking of you and your dad.  Minds atoms going your way.

[Poop Fresh-Herbed Pickles]

Massive PMAs to your family, Karen.

[Moetown]

Well, I feel like Typhoid Mary over here with all the bad news, but here is the latest...

My dad didn't start his treatment after all today. For the past couple of days, my dad's been (sporadically) "confused" (things like pointing the remote at the window instead of the TV, and picking it up thinking it's the phone), but today it was worse. He woke up from a full night sleep, was up for a few minutes, then immediately wanted to go back to sleep. My mom knew that wasn't "right," so called the docs who told her to bring him back to hospital. My baby sister took them. He didn't know what year it was, or his birthday, stuff like that. Really scary. They're calling for MRI tomorrow,and among the possible things they're saying it could be is a stroke (or series of minor strokes) or brain cancer. Just to add shit to an already shitty situation. Needless to say, his chemo/radiation are delayed again, as I said. Hoping they're just giving worst case scenarios so when it turns out to be "nothing,"
it'll be a huge relief. We can hope that's it.

Anyway, there's the latest. My other sister was the one to call, as my mom's a mess, unable to speak on the phone. I'd called earlier to say I was thinking of them, hoped it went all right, etc. (before I knew about all of this, obviously) and my voicemail made my mom cry. At least for once I made her cry because of something nice, instead of because of my usual fuck-ups.

I feel nauseous.

Karen, I'm so sorry.  I'm thinking of you and your dad.  Minds atoms going your way.

Yeah, shit Karen. I'm really sorry.

[Bizarro]

All our love and PMAs to your dad, Karen.

[Bizarro]

Very very sad.

[Tripp]

PMA's Karen. You're in our thoughts.

[Bizarro]

FBP Kim says hello.