Yesterday I got a call from a long time Dallas friend, Marion Gibson, asking if it was true that I am dead!   It seems at least one loop of our East dallas old time friends had gotten the tenses mixed up in discussion of my condition and word was going around that I had already passed away.   She told me that she did not believe I would do anything ( Read more... )

In another one of life's little jokes, the drug change has not enhanced my writing ability, but more or less nullified it.  Been getting through both physical and emotional symptoms and trying to sort and figure them out.  Pain level has been worse than before with the change, and I know I need some modifications there, but after being zonked out ( Read more... )

I have been going through some medication changes the last couple days and have been a bit out of wack.  One of my pain meds was delivered on a patch, and was being less effective because I do not have enough fat left on my body to properly distribute medication in this way.  I am switching to an oral morphine delivery, and spent all day yesterday ( Read more... )

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In a response to a previous post, where I said I was really needing more outside stimulation and less self absorption,  gnostraeh  suggested I find ways to get my readers to tell something of their stories.  This is my first attempt at that.  If you click on the "archives" button on the right side of this page, and then on the calendar for May 2, 2008, you ( Read more... )

I wanted to put up a quick update to let you know that I am feeling much better, physically and emotionally, than I was at the time of the last update.  For one thing, just realizing that I was so much at a loss helped me reevaluate and reappreciate the resources I have that pull me through this time.  Many of you have responded in really positive ( Read more... )

This has been an emotionally exhausting experience for me and for Gail, and we both find ourselves very worn down and unable to take in a lot of outside stimulus.  At first I thought it was just effecting me this way, being confined to such a limited space and spending so much time alone, and perhaps way too self absorbed.  In telling Gail about it ( Read more... )

My aunt Rose was the third of the five Mravintz sisters, born between my mother and aunt Tess. While the first two sisters Mary and Helen, had pretty dominant and expressive personalities Rose was a much quieter, calmer person and seemed to be more willing to step away from family issues and agitations. When she talked about her childhood Rose ( Read more... )

For the last couple of days I've been feeling more bloated again.  I've sort of been in denial of it, because I was flying high on the regular improvements I was feeling up to that point.  Last night, during our "spa" night, it all came to a head with me.  I started noticing a throbbing part of my chest that seemed to be beating with my heart beat ( Read more... )

It is hard to have a terminal illness.  It is more difficult to be the spouse of a person with a terminal illness ( Read more... )