Alright, alright, you can stop hounding me (you know who you are
) Updates, both good and not so hot:
I had the best time I was able to at WDW but because the person I went with has some serious issues, it wasn't all pixie dust. She needs help I just can't give her and finally, after trying all her life to take care of everything for her, I've come to the realization that I just can't do it all. It was both a relief and a crushing blow to come to terms with the fact that I can't make it better. All my life I've been the fixer, I stepped up when no one else would or could, but this time, I can't. Only she can do it. My heart breaks for her but I can't allow my life to be consumed by this anymore
Letting go of someone on a colllision course with disaster is one of the hardest things you can do.
While at WDW we got the news that my daddy is very ill and is not expected to make it much longer. He has been coming down with severe pancreatic infections for the past year for which no cause could be found. A stone did eventually show up in his common bile duct and they tried to remove it surgically but it was much too large and deeply lodged and is not in a place they can get to it. He's been referred to the University at Albequerque but it's more of a "maybe they know something I don't" kind of referral. At 76 years old, and with the infections getting increasingly worse, the Dr. wants to be hopeful but isn't optimistic. He seems weaker every time I talk to him. It is possible that he won't develop an infection bad enough to kill him and he'll stick around another 10 years. It's much more likely that he will get a couple more and be gone in under a year. It's also extremely likely he'll develop pancreatic cancer in the not too distant future. My daddy didn't come into my life until I was 14 and without even sharing DNA, he's been the only real parent I ever had. I'm not ready for this. I'm going to hop a plane to New Mexico for a suprise father's day gift on the 14th. He won't know until I show up at his door. Sadly, I think this is the last father's day I'll have with him. I just couldn't take the thought of the next time I see him being in a pine box.
It's been hard emotionally the past few months with all that's been going on, and with the knee surgery on top of it all I suppose it's suprising I'm still hanging on. But the good news is that not only the surgery but the new chemo treatments have been an astounding success. Keeping this in laymen's terms, including the debulking surgery finally being successful, the tumors have been reduced by 60%. There is absolutely no evidence of cancer anywhere but the area of my left ovary anymore. None. Zero. Nada. Zip. No organs, no lymph nodes, no nothing. In short, my chances of survival shot up from 15% to 50% and for the first time in 4 1/2 years I'm optimistic. 4 years ago this past October, I was given 18 to 24 months and told that peritoneal cancer has a 100% mortality rate within 5 years. 4 1/2 years into that death sentence I have a 50/50 shot and climbing. I like those odds a lot better
I am now off to catch up on how everyone else is doing. I see it's slowed down. I've updated so now everyone else has to now.
I do have a tendency to hide when I'm having a hard time and I'm sorry.
to you Shug. Hope you are able to have a great time in WDW!
I think you of all people should know doctors are not God, so we'll just keep him in our prayers that he lives another 10 years and then some. 
Made my day, in fact. 
