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.

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.

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.

No news yet

So Fred went to the doctor last week, only to find out that he has to wait 2 more weeks to get his MRI read. What a psych! Can you imagine having 7 big ol' tumors on your brain, then waiting 4 weeks to find out whether they have grown, and then be told, "uh, sorry, you have to keep waiting". I think I'd be a little upset. Yeah. That's it. Upset.

The New Epileptic Barbie

I just saw a commercial for a new Bratz doll that you can make "dance". Or move thier head and upper body in this twitchy way. I swear it looks like they are having a seizure. I'm sure young girls will think this is so cool. Personally, I don't want my 9 yo shaking her goodies like that.

Girl loves her Barbies and Bratz, but only for the clothes and hair. She spends hours changing outfits and making new 'dos. They sometimes go shopping, or hang out in Barbie's townhouse. That Barbie has a groovy pad, you know.

Why are we asking our girls to grow up so fast? Why are we encouraging them to be tramps? My day will be made when Amish Barbie hits the shelves. Her accessories will be a basket of cookies, flat shoes, a box of thank you notes and a bra.

Dare to dream?

We still don't know

The BIL never called yesterday with test results. I can only think this means bad news. Yikes.

On a lighter note, I disabled the requirement that you be a "member" to post comments to my blog. Now any old shmoo can say whatever he or she wants.

My cat is biting my arm. It's gonna be one of those days.

Time to hit your knees.

My BIL finds out tomorrow if his 7 brain tumors were helped by chemo. We're all praying for good news. Please send your prayers, good energy, happy thoughts, small amounts of cash, what ever you can spare, because he needs it. Pray for guidance for the doctors and medical staff.

This is scary stuff.