Aw, Tom, why does the progress to health have to be so HARD? I continue to be amazed by your tenacity and courage.

YAY Suzi!

Interview-ma, Erin.

I'm sorry it's rough right now, Tom, but I agree with Steph about all the progress you are making.

Poor Noodle Mac.

I'm sorry for your family's loss, Scrappy. Fuck Cancer.

Cereal, since it seemed like it would be better to use a separate post:

I know this is very late to be doing this, but would anyone be interested in doing a quick and dirty Secret Goblin exchange for Halloween? My idea would be something like this: People send me an email saying they would be interested in the next couple of days, I'll assign secret goblin buddies and email people this weekend or early next week with their assigned buddies. People would then have a couple of weeks to buy or make a Halloween treat (let's say $10 limit) and get it in the mail by 10/25.

Huge hugs, Tom. And What Teppy Said.

Toward the end, she was on a LOT of morphine for the pain, and her breathing was very loud and painful. Her brother was visiting her, and starting singing songs from their childhood to her. My brother said this very serious 80-year-old-man sat by her bed and sang children's songs for an hour. At the end, she opened her eyes, smiled at him, and then died.

All dying is awful, there's no way around it, but that is so loving and lovely. I'm tearing up just seeing it in my mind. Blessings on all your brother's in-laws, on his MIL's memory, and on her brother for his loving presence.

do they still use hypnosis? aw, poor Scola...my most traumatic things seem to blend together a lot so my date recall is off, but I remember a lot of stuff. Including things that I'm not sure why they stick. Good for Mac for telling what's up...I can't help but think that that is a step forward.

I don't remember large swaths of my childhood, but I always assumed that meant I had a dull childhood, except for especially interesting vacations or seeing a deer a close range back in the hills and such. I've got a highlights reel, not a transcript.

I'd always just assumed that that's the natural way memory works. I mean, given time and concentration I can remember what teachers I had any given year, friends I hung out with, and big memorable events. But I can't recall the day-to-day minutia from last week, never mind three decades ago.

My best friend surprises me in that much of his childhood is a blank to him and I know it's not due to any childhood trauma in his case. I've always blamed it on his rooming with a stoner in college.

ON the cop shows, they'll snap to the suspect, "Where were you on the sixteenth?" I would have to fumble and say, "What day was that? What was on TV? I don't know!" Because I'd have to zero in on it from what I'd normally be doing on a Tuesday.

I want to write something like "Where were you when she disappeared?" "I don't know, when did she disappear?" "That's what we're trying to find out." "Well, if you don't know how should I know?" I'd get arrested just for being frustrating.

Where was I on the sixteenth? Let me check LJ and b.org and my email. It's all on record somewhere.

Can I go home now? Please?

Where was I on the sixteenth? Let me check LJ and b.org and my email. It's all on record somewhere.

Heh - that would be me. "The sixteenth? I don't know, what was my Facebook status?"

I think most people would. I know of at least one case Ann Rule wrote about where they were only able to pinpoint TOD because the two little-girl witnesses got to stay up and watch "That Girl" on the night in question.