Oh, my god, Amy, I can't even imagine.

Right? I can see not wanting to spend the time left arguing, and I'm sure he would have wanted her to undergo treatment, but wow.

I just went up the ten flights of stairs to punish myself for not having gone down them on my way out for lunch.

FUCK THAT NOISE. I'm so not ready for that. I may never be.

Oh my God, Amy, the pain and rage he must be going through. That poor man. And I'm sure his wife had managed to convince herself that this was the best way, for whatever completely unreasonable reason.

But there's something odd about forgoing medicine for "natural" remedies.

Even my super-evangelical aunt doesn't kid herself for a second about how she survived her bout with cancer (non-Hodgkin's, stage 4) -- she's convinced it was a God-sent miracle, but she's also pretty damn convinced that the cancer team at Stanford and all their expertise and science and fancy poisons (and even stem cells) were a seriously huge part of the miracle, and she would go very squinty-eyed at anyone who suggested otherwise.

Somebody's Haunted Dollhouse - well, a dollhouse whose theme is Haunted House. Don't know that it is actually haunted.

ETA - links there are bad but you can see the pictures here.

then there are the people who hate "BigPharma" because they are only about profit and money and then turn around and spend tons of money on fake treatments.

They ARE poison. No scare quotes necessary.

Those weren't scare quotes. Those were quoting the people involved. Poor, overworked quote marks.

I do believe the day will come when we look back and say, "Can you believe we used to treat cancer by giving people poison and hoping it killed the cancer before it killed the patient?" However, that day is not here, and just because it's an imperfect system does not mean that the answer is to turn yourself over to a Mexican clinic that prescribes juiced raw carrots and liver.

Timelies all!

Painted my fingernails for the first time in a long while. It started to chip pretty quickly.(should have expected that with cheap polish.) Have touched up the polish and added top coat. Hope that helps.

Or extract of apricot pits.

Preach it, Ginger.

ICompletelyON, oh my poor supervisor. In an hour or so she's leaving very unwillingly to attend a Giants game with her own brand-new supervisor and a bunch of other higher-ups, and she doesn't like baseball at all. I went and looked at the schedule, and now I'm kind of hemorrhaging pained geekitude all over her because she's going to see Timmy pitch and she doesn't even care!

I'm completely embarrassing myself and now everyone in the office thinks I have a crush on Timmy (I mean, I kind of do, but it's more a motherly, "Bless his heart, don't you just want to take him home and feed him lasagne for about a week?" thing combined with sheer reverent awe at any display of extreme grace, mastery and prowess). COME ON. It's TIMMY. It's like getting a free ticket to see Man O' War or Seabiscuit or Ruffian and saying, "Oh, I don't know, it's just horses."