We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Great. Other cancer patients get sent cute, upbeat jokes from their friends in order to lift their spirits during these depressing times. That's what friends are for, to be there during times of need with their calm, understanding ways, right?
So what kind of jokes do I get from my dear friends?
That is, I think it was a joke. Some jokes sound so real it's hard to tell.
In case you missed the announcement a few weeks ago, I need an operation to get rid of a tumor in my lower intestine. Thankfully, they caught it at an early stage, so I've got some time to dig up the cash for the operation. Horrific details are here.
I'm having it done down in ol'Mehico, because it's a quarter of the price as up here. Funny old world, huh? The Canadians come down here for medical treatment and we go down to Mexico.
With a little over a month to go, I'm edging nearer to my goal. After some wonderful donations from family (the advantage of having 13 cousins), the gang at my mom's rest home (thank you, Alice!), some terrific support from the Maggie's Valued Readers™ (and you know who you are) and selling off $5K in stocks, I'm about $6K short. I talked my neighbors into springing for a newspaper ad and we had a collective yard sale here last weekend where I sold pretty much everything that wasn't nailed down and garnered another $550. The one thing I refuse to put on the chopping block in the Guild 12-string guitar I bought in 1968. It's sitting here three feet from me. I'll go before it does.
The link to the Save-Our-Doc campaign is here. As I noted in the last update, if there's anything online I can do for you in exchange, like promote a web or blog site or set one up for you, just tell me in the comments to email you. Every little bit helps.
Oh, back to that 'friends' thing for a sec. Another one of my friends sent me the following pic with a note that said "Hey, maybe you can use this in your art collection!"
This Mac user just sent you another small donation to take you one step closer to your goal. Hey, all you PC folks out there, let's get it done for Doc. You really, really, REALLY need him! Me and my Mac, not so much....LOL. As always, best wishes and good health to you, Doc.
Ouch! In the Mac vs. PC war, I'd hate to have you as an enemy.
Hey, wait -- I do!
Turning personal tragedy into victory points for your side -- perfect! Color me green with envy that I didn't think of it first.
And thanks for the nice thoughts.
Now tell everyone how your right hand has slowly morphed into a deformed claw over the years because of your 1-button mouse. If you're going to link to pictures, please issue a warning first. There might be children present.
Actually my Smart Mouse has had 4 (count 'em, four, IV) buttons ever since I got my Mac a half-dozen years ago. Which is why I can use it ambidextrously to stave off carpal tunnel and also keep my racket ball arm free for practicing my serve while I get my daily dose of MF.
So, your claim is that Maggie's "improves my health four (IV) different ways"? In other words, under the National Infirmities Act of 1997, Bird Dog can collect $2.4 mil in government subsidies because he's providing a physically healthful experience for the readers??
"Rectitude" -noun -The principled, virtuous behavior of Doctors of Proctology.
i went to one once --i'd been sloshing the road grime off my glass eye in my mouth and accidentally swallered it. went to the doc and told him i'd swallerd something a few days ago and --could he retrieve it. He asked what it was and i said a large marble. So we get in position and he takes a long look. Then he straightens up slowly and says "you know, i've looked at thousands of those things, and that's the first one that ever looked back at me."
but yeah doc, i could use a website designer --and will gladly engage your expertise --no hurry on your end --oh, sorry doc --but --oh, sorry again doc -- i'll prepay your snail box a reasonable retainer. I guess i can --oh, sorry doc --find it somewhere on the site --