thanks, dana, yes I was paranoid about it happening.... at least now I get to lose that worry. This might actually be something worth claiming on my insurance. I'll take a look

Hi monster

I'm sorry you're upset about what's happened. But at least you'll always know where it is!



;)

I'd replace the diamond, too. Small diamonds aren't all that expensive,and the fee the jeweler charges might not be as much as a new ring. And they may let ya pay over time.

Plus, this ring will mean even more to you after the repair.

Hey Man, why don't you fix that dent?
Because it reminds me of:
1- the best night of my life.
2- the dumbest thing I ever did.
3- to remind me of something.
4- Personal reasons.
5- ________________

yeah, I started leaning towards not fixing it for that kind of reason, the shit happened, the original ring is gone, I can move on without it... but boy do i miss it on my finger, feels so weird and it's odd because there's still one ring there :/ still don't know what to do.

grav, thanks, cost is not the issue -I mentioned original cost to try and relay just how tiny and unfindable the diamond was. probably no more than 3mm diameter. and I loved it because it was itsy bitsy. I enjoyed that my rings were so traditional, but in miniature, as small as possible as opposed to the traditional as big as possible, I guess....

I'm kind of thinking not to replace at the moment. It's loss is part of my story.... I don't know :( It's been a rough week all around. i was already missing him so badly....

Fix the ring.

You will be so glad you did.

Don't have a right to say anything here, but just thoughts ...
I think in the long term I would feel better having the repaired ring with all of its associated memories than letting it go and sustaining the loss. It's a part of the story that can be changed, so maybe that's a reason to think about it.

Very sorry this has happened, monster.

I think hay fever is taking a parting shot. My nose is running like a waterfall, and my nasal passages feel like they're on fire.

Oh, and the runny eyes. Can't see nuffin'. And I feel like I'm about to sneeze. All the time.

I'm on a new med, don't know if it'll work out.

You know the old saying:

If your nose runs and your feet smell, you're upside down.

*checks orientation* confirmed

What is it that we are allergic to? Nothing is blossoming

Ragweed and goldenrod here but mold might be in play.

Mold! It blooms microscopically everywhere whenever it rains.

Ragweed for me. AtchoosniffIcan'tsee.

Also, it makes a place two inches deep behind my forehead, right right in the center of my forehead itch like bloody hell.

It's maddening.

My BIL, A, has recently "completed" (?) a double mastectomy *and* chemo and radiation therapy for an unrelated lung cancer. Called him yesterday to check in with him. He sounded great, actually. And my sister, Y, saying hi in the background. She took the phone and told me she had an upper endoscopy scheduled for Thursday, wish me luck, etc. I told her "break a leg", ha ha.

About 1030 last night A called me from her phone saying they were in the ER and Y had just been given a diagnosis of "terminal pancreatic cancer".

...

What the actual fucking fuck?!

A had to travel to a different hospital for a blood draw today and Y had had more tests all night and a biopsy (or more) today, the results of which are still unknown to me.

Shit, V. I'm sorry.

Jesus H Christ, V, anything in their background that they both got cancer?
I mean like where they lived or worked or something?

Jesus. How devastating. My heart goes out to you and your family.

Fucking cancer.






Jesus. {{{Big V}}}

What the actual fuck?

I'm sorry, BigV.

I'm sorry V, fuck cancer.

So sorry to hear that. Best wishes.

Thank you all. I have no more information since last night, only "I am staying here tonight and they're letting me have food."

This sucks, man.

Fuck cancer.

Jesus v, that's awful. How shocking.

Sorry, man.

Good morning friends.

I'm at the cancer treatment center this morning for Y's initial treatment meeting where I will learn what I can contribute as a member of her support team.

Since my last post, I have had one phone conversation with Y during which she told me about the ER visit and how things went. What a shit show. On top of the actual diagnosis, the experience, *especially* with the doctor (a doctor) was comically horrible. She told me how he asked her if she wanted the sugar coated version or the direct version; she chose direct. Then that sentence, and some raised voices, and some swearing by the doctor at his balky dictation equipment, and at one point him telling her to "shut up!"...

I am not looking forward to meeting this doctor.


Anyhow, she's recovered from his assholeness and we have this meeting today.

Also, importantly, thank you all for being my friends. You all mean a lot to me, and so do your words of support. Thank you.

:apinkr:

Are there no other competent oncologists in the area? A major part of an effective treatment process includes a skilled, empathetic, and supportive medical team/staff. If the doctor is such an asshole, how can the patient have any real faith or trust in him/her? How will that lack of trust affect the patient's treatment/recovery?

Please, try to find a different doctor. :(

And give A and Y my love. And you too, big guy. :hug:

Hugs to you, Big V. What a fucker. Fuck cancer.

It seems this doctor's assholish bedside manner warrants a conversation. A private one.

:rtfm:

Even if the manual don't actually say so, I'm preeety sure the doctor shouldn't tell his patient to 'shut up'.

And he damn sure don't need to be telling MY sister to do so.

If it's not, that should be in the How To Be A Doctor manual.



Fuck cancer and asshole drs.

I’m so sorry, V. Sending love to you and yours.

Rough day for me and I'm just a bystander.

Y is in hospice day... Three I think.

Horrible fucked up day.

:comfort:

Sorry, man. :(

Damn, V. The hits just keep coming, don't they?

I'll have one for ya tonight. And For Y.

Fuck cancer.

Yes, Fuck cancer.

Y is unresponsive now.

Fentanyl doubled twice this week increased twice today.

The harp music down the hall appears to have brought some comfort.

I'm functioning,... Yeah.

Y died at 3 am.

I am driving north to be with A now, and to say goodbye to her.

Being in motion helps.

:(

I'm sorry, BigV.

Sorry V.

Sorry V. Fuck cancer.

Sorry BigV.

Thank you all.

I'm "resting" in the ferry line headed home now. It's been a big day. I'm kinda wrung out and the phone's not the best keyboard for me, so this update is brief.

The day went well, very sad, but beautiful and tragedy and drama were conspicuously absent.

Fuck, I'm tired.

I'm sorry, I just read this. I got ... nothing. Sometimes life just beats you up and keeps on beating. I find it so hard to believe the things we can do with technology and yet we can't cure this insidious invasive infuriating stupid fucking disease.:cry:

This insidious invasive infuriating stupid fucking disease was probably cured years ago.

No money in curing. The money's in keeping ya alive, not curing ya.

I feel this way because people/big pharma/money.

Fuck cancer.

Cancer is an umbrella name, for many different afflictions that develop from different causes. In all this time, spending boatloads of money, that haven't found a cure for one of them, not one. :confused:

Well they have found cures....but only if they're caught early enough. :(

Is removal a "cure"?

yes? I don't know maybe I was just having an optimistic moment, but the two people I know who have been through leukemia have been in remission for 15+ years... :/ And one breast cancer survivor is up to ten or thereabouts

Damn V, I'm so sorry.

Remission is not cured, it's the next best thing.

Not really the place for it, but I couldn't help m'self:

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Thinking of you, V, and your family. :(

Fuck cancer. Sideways. Ungreased.

With a dead dingo's dick.

yes to all above comments.



We're going tomorrow to where she lived, mostly to be close to my brother in law, A, and his family. I've only met one of my nephews, there's bound to be loads more of them for this event. Y's actual memorial service is Sunday. It'll be nice. I'm very close with A, I'm looking forward to meeting his family, despite the cause for the gathering.

I've felt a weight all week... sharing a burden makes it lighter, sharing with you, sharing with family. Thanks for sharing my burden. My Mom won't be traveling to the service--her choice. Traveling for her is an ordeal. I took her to see Y the week before while she was still capable of sitting up on the side of her hospital bed. That was good.

Someone suggested to me today, "sorry if this is premature..." (no, go ahead) "One way to process this, and other big changes, is to think about what this change now makes possible that wasn't possible before." I know it was offered in support and friendship, that's good. I'm thinking... It'll be ok.

If any of you are interested, send me a PM and I'll reply with a link to her obituary from her local paper.