Much ~ma to o_a's and JZ's dads.
River ,'Safe'
Spike's Bitches 47: Someone Dangerous Could Get In
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Much ma to both of you. My dad had prostrate cancer a couple of years ago; the good news is that it is one of the most treatable/curable cancers. Still scary, though. Hang in there.
the good news is that it is one of the most treatable/curable cancers.
And sometimes, like JZ said, it's so slow-moving that no treatment is the best course of action. But it's also very curable *with* treatment.
Still, it's scary when it's your own father. All my good thoughts to Pa Omnis and Pa JZ.
My father-in-law is, I think, around five years post-treatment? It was very successful.
~ma for dads of o_a and JZ.
Lots of ~ma.
I almost finished Passover shopping. I still need some potato starch, which Wegman's didn't have, so I might ask my mom to bring me some. I've been looking through a Jewish vegetarian cookbook, which has recipes from Jewish communities around the world, for ideas for stuff to cook. I've concluded from this cookbook that Jews really like eggplant and artichokes -- I think there are more recipes for those than for any other vegetable, and by a pretty big margin. Runner-up vegetables are beets and potatoes.
I cannot believe I am thinking of buying another t-shirt. I don't need more t-shirts! But oooh, Lydia!
I'm pretty sure the Universe as we know it, and more importantly MY LIFE will end if I do not buy this t-shirt: [link]
And this one: [link]
And this: [link]
And this (or possibly a small army of them): [link]
Also probably these: [link]
Much ~ma to both of your fathers.
Omnis- the hospital your dad is at is a really really good one. It's the major hospital for the area and a lot of people travel to get treatment there so they are set up for that kind of thing.
Hmmm, we need a new shower curtain. Perhaps an Aperture Labs shower curtain is in order. (Now you're showering with portals.)
My mother laughed at me when I asked her to bring some potato starch to Boston so that I can take it back to Pennsylvania with me.