I'm not familiar with the St. Francis Center

Fred, it's up on MacArthur Blvd, not too far from the reservoir. It's now called the Wendt Center for loss and healing, and has been in business for 30 years. They have great programs for patients, caregivers and kids.

I'm having difficulty concentrating this morning. More coffee did not help.

I just got guilted into donating platelets on Monday morning. Since I want to enjoy my one day off this weekend (have to work at the bookstore on Sat. and Sun.), I decided to go in early, at 7:15 a.m. Bleargh. Oh, well, at least I'll be able to get home by 9:30.

David, you and your friend will be in my thoughts.

Where is everyone this morning? Don't make me do homework, people.

Hi Gloomcookie! Want to look at pictures of my instructor? [link]

(It's my new hobby. I find it soothing)

Hec, much love and good vibes for Karen and her family. And for you, of course.

My mum's been through two bouts with breast cancer, and has made it to her five-year point. (Good heavens, has it been that long already?) Her mother had a radical mastectomy and radiation (radioactive cobalt! egads!) in 1968 to treat breast cancer, had a horrendous heart attack in 1988, and lived until 2002 (I posted about her passing on this very board, I believe), when she passed away two months after her 90th birthday. Cause of death: everything wearing out at once after a long, happy life.

My mum never complained to me about her chemo, and was able to keep working through most of her treatment. And now she's working to make sure that women in her area get proper care and support after being diagnosed. As Ginger said, it's not a walk in the park. But the differences in treatment between now and even five years ago are enough to make one mutter, "We live in the goddamn future."

In the meantime, foot-rubbing is seldom a bad idea.

Wow! That dude is muscled!!

(It's my new hobby. I find it soothing)

Uh. Yeah. I can see that.

Wow! That dude is muscled!!

I've become fascinated by his physical perfection: [link] [link]

Its wild to me that someone that looks like that works my butt out three or four days a week (fortunately, he's covered up. and, really, some of the time I'm sort of hating him.)

And sometimes I get to hit him. Which is fun.

Its fun in general to hit with boys, actually, because I feel no fear of hurting them and tend to let loose a little.

Huh. 36 and I've found a whole new way to like boys.

Uh. Yeah. I can see that.

Heh. Yeah. I may be porn's bitch, but at least I'm woman enough to admit it.