Monday, October 13, 2008

God is Good!

BIL's spots have gotten smaller! This is good. However, his attitude is low. He says they are "just buying time". I don't know anything about cancer, let alone brain cancer, but I do know that a positive attitude can go a long way in beating any illness.

I guess it's hard to be positive when you have cancer in your head. I know it would be for me.

Monday, October 6, 2008

We must weather the weather

Why does the weather always change when an outside event is scheduled? We haven't had rain in ages, and since boy has a field trip to the zoo scheduled for today, it's raining. Not hard, just a cold sprinkle with a lot of wind.

Don't get me wrong, I love weather. I love changing weather. I get a kick out of watching the seasons change. I have The Weather Channel bookmarked in my Favorites. But I'm more of a let's-watch-the-rain-from-the-window-with-a-cup-of-coffee-type. Not big on being out in it.

Still no word on BIL. He's going through some very heavy fatigue, the source of which can't be traced. But he's still with us, and we're still praying. Right now, I guess that's the best we can get.

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

How great is this?

http://news.yahoo.com/s/afp/20081001/wl_uk_afp/britainhealthtobaccocancer

I love it. I grew up with an inconsiderate smoker, one who's idea of rolling down the car window so we could breath involved moving the glass about 1/8". If we tried to roll down our window, we were yelled at.

Working in a school, I smell the kids who come from smoking homes, and I cringe at the thought of how we smelled. The odor gets into everything - hair, backpacks, clothes. Given the lack of laundry-doing in my childhood home, I'm sure our aroma was a mix of dog, smoke, unwashed child and dirty laundry.

How is drawing smoke into your lungs appealing? I can only hope that these photos will deter people from picking up the habit.

I have a suggestion for another way to deter smoking - put the would-be smokers in the back seat of a 1964 Ford Fury station wagon (no seat belts, of course), pack them in four across the seat, and put a smoker at the wheel with his window rolled down .2386". See how much they like it, old style. Worked for me.