Healing ~ma to your Grandpa, Steph. I'm sorry he had to go through this.

Heath ~ma to your Mom, Suzi. Pack the boa for her if she hasn't packed it herself.

I have achieved calendars for the year 2006 and have this to say: Spidra! Get your arse outside! It's beautiful and warm in the sun!

Vortex, I think that is why she didn't push the issue. After trying to explain the situation to him calmly, she just ended the appointment and left. It is not like she is MISSING A NOSE (!!!!) - still shocked on that one.

I remember when my Grandma was in a coma, dying from Leukemia, they wanted to do surgery for something stupid, but luckily the rest of the family declined the operation. She never did come out of that coma.

That's just messed up, Steph.

Oh, Teppy, what a huge load of miserable family drama. The surgeon is indeed an asshole, and Caretaker!Aunt is making me grind my teeth. I'm so sorry you got all this unloaded on you in the middle of your workday (not that anytime would be good for you to hear that news, but the middle of a Wednesday in the office doesn't help), and that your mom and aunts have had to go through all those various miseries for all those decades.

But he truly did need the surgery; I don't argue with that, because EVERYONE SHOULD HAVE A FUCKING NOSE.

Steph, I feel for you, really, but this sentence made me laugh out loud. You are very funny when you are righteously pissed off.

Tep, !!!???!!!WTF???!!!

I know, right? I mean, what the FUCK -- did he start removing a tiny bit and then realize there was a ton of cancer and think "Oh well, Mr. M_____ is senile -- he won't miss his NOSE,"?!?!?

Asshat of the first order.

There is a problem with some doctors not treating the elderly--out of a why-bother attitude. This is exactly the opposite. I'm fuming on your behalf, Tep. So is my mother.

Tep, you won't be mad if I'm picturing your grampa as PuppetAngel will you?

Dearest Daughter O'Mine,

The Christmas tree is not even down. Do *not* start with me, about not giving you any money to buy books through Scholastic. You know I love to buy you books. I just gave you four, for Christmas. A month before that, I spent 30 bucks at the book mobile.

Go clean your room,
Mommy

...

Dear Scholastic,

Please go to hell; go directly to hell; do not pass go; do not collect two hundred dollars (from my family, you frigging money grubbers). Your selection has gone WAY the hell down hill since the 70s, lemme tell ya. Barbie Books? Hello Kitty books? CDs? Plug and Play games for the TV. Screw you, and the commercialized horse you rode over my wallet with.

You suck,
Me

I think when doctors are good and, you know, decent humans -- which I think is most of the time -- we don't really notice, because they're doing their job, and honestly dealing with whatever caused you to need a doctor in the first place is taking up enough attention, thank you very much, plus you never get enough information to actually figure out what the fuck is going on, so you're totally dependent on -- sorry, I got off track. Anyway, bad doctors make more of an impression than good ones.

Well, that, and the fact that even if they're good there's almost always such an information imbalance* that it's hard to even know if they're good, because you have no clue why the hell they're doing what they are.

Leading up to -- okay, that shit is wack, Tep. The only thing I could think of is if the melanoma was fast-spreading or something... but yeah, that's a hell of a major freaking step to take without some serious deliberation.

(* Okay, not always, and I think the best medical people (which is my catchall for doctors nurses PAs NPs CNMs and whatever else is out there) do try to inform their patient as much as possible. Still, there's a reason it takes years of school to do that stuff, and we're not always going to understand. And I know that makes me hella nervous.)