My family is all too comfortable discussing their bodily functions, That is all. So sorry to read about the tragedies befalling Buffistas lately.ETA: Got a young stylist and super-short cut from Supercuts today, in a lighter note.I think I love it, even if it's rather unintended.

Last night Hubby listed all the ways he's cheated death--heart attacks, smoke inhalation, stabbings, shootings, chopper crashes, car crashes, poisoning (I think accidental, but he got vague on that one), incompetent anesthesiologists, other cancers, genetic issues--so he's back on his Viking/Klingon track. With understandable wobbles.

Me, I go back and forth between "Don't count him out yet" and "Whatever happens, I'll cope" and "Can I get the name of the doctor who decided not to run the test that would have spotted this two years ago?" As well as "The fates decided to have the gas lease money show up now so that I'll have the wherewithal to pay for a funeral."

But his will and his genetics have thrown up statistically improbable things before. It is what it is.

Connie, I'm so sorry. I know your Hubby is a fighter, and as you say, he's beaten the odds before. I'm hoping with all my heart that he can do it again.

It's the having to screw yourself up to face not knowing what's going to happen that eats away at sanity, at least that is how I imagine I would feel.

It is what it is.

This might be a phrase you come back to a lot. I have in the past few years. You can rail against it and wonder how it might have played out if different things had happened but, reality intruding, you have the hand you have right now. And you have us too.

My heart is so full right now. Daniel, that is so awful about your nephew. Just heartbreaking.

Connie, I don't even know what to say, other than point and nod. "It is what it is" is definitely one of my favorite mantras. In Buddhism, it marks the difference between pain and suffering (the latter involving a layer of denial). Sending love and Viking strength (or whatever strength is required) to you and your husband.

It is what it is

Too bad the thread isn't close to a fresh one. This would be a great thread title.

Continued ~ma and brackets.

I feel bad about this but I need to vent. I'm tired and hating bison work mostly the early hours but also the parts where I donthavethe training or was given the wrong info. And ivebeen stressing. Also my computer died and I ordered one at work. And some are in but their daring system doesn't know that so I can wait. Or cancel the order have a check sent as a refund and buy another one. Which I can't afford.

I don't have a supervisor for guidance. The dept manager is leaving and I'm worried they'll fire me or move me back to cashier.

And this is all very petty in light of Connie and Dans news.

I feel bad about this but I need to vent. I'm tired and hating bison work mostly the early hours but also the parts where I donthavethe training or was given the wrong info. And ivebeen stressing. Also my computer died and I ordered one at work. And some are in but their daring system doesn't know that so I can wait. Or cancel the order have a check sent as a refund and buy another one. Which I can't afford.

I don't have a supervisor for guidance. The dept manager is leaving and I'm worried they'll fire me or move me back to cashier.

And this is all very petty in light of Connie and Dans news.

Unfortunately there's always more than enough life drama to go around that needs to be shared to be lightened.