Amen.
Family and health come first. Period.
The Group News Blog is about politics, sure. But before anything else, we're about making sure people -- you -- are left taken care of.
Take care of yourself and your loved ones. And please remember to breathe.
*hugs*
LM,
Great post.
For the last 4 years , i was getting run down, low energy, weight gain etc, pain walking, weakness.
I kept thinking , so this is getting old (pushing fifty), but pain got worse worse, I finally went to the doc.
The doc couldnt find anything wrong, told me to lose weight (duh).
I pushed for more, he referred me to someone else,got thousands of $'s worth of MRI's.
Turns out I had a tumor (benign!) growing IN my spinal column in the spinal fluid, attached to one nerve and impinging on my spinal chord-actually pinching the spinal nerves to my lower back n legs.
2 days later the neurosurgeon took it out.
That was 3 months ago, and while I'm still recovering, I feel 1000 times better.
If I hadnt gotten it out, I would have been paralysed in the not too distant future.
People, if something doesnt feel right, LOOK into it!
PS, Jesse wendell, I read your earlier post on RED camers, today theres a podcast about these guys first usage of one on fxguide.com.
Very interesting!
And fight like hell for single payer so that everyone can see the doctor for that basic care. I'm diabetic, and I found out even though I had no insurance because several years ago I was able to go to a clinic that only charged $5 per visit. That clinic is gone now, along with all of the "free clinics" that came out of the Sixties. That old clinic doubtless saved many lives for years by getting people into the system for care.
But it shouldn't be hit or miss. Everyone should have access to basic care no matter how much they make or who they work for, or even if they work. We pay enough taxes for it, enough premiums for it, go through enough strings and hoops for it. It's the will, not the way that is lacking. So its up to us to give politicians that will to stand up to the powers that be in the medical/industrial complex.
I know who you were talkin' to, LM.
I was diagnosed yesterday with congestive heart failure. Today the rest of my life as a CHF patient begins.
It's not a bad thing. There are many blessings. I've long since done most of the diet shift -- low carb, high protein, breakfast is a healthy smoothie, lunch is nothing but a big ol' salad. (I've lost 10 pounds in three months just doing this.) I don't smoke, don't drink much, have reasonable cholesterol and a BP that tends toward the low side. All that makes for a good prognosis.
The real problem was bad genes (all the women in my mom's family die early of this), incompetent dentistry (I had a tooth abscess that went untreated for 15 years -- got it fixed in February, but the infection had long since damaged my heart), and a chronic illness that has made it impossible to exercise. For the past decade, my workout routine has been: work out an hour, spend three days in bed. But the drugs they're going to give me starting next week may fix that. And if it does, this old dancer will be back on her feet and working her ass off (slowly at first, of course). Let's hope.
I plan to be here a good long time, folks. They caught it way early, and it's manageable.
And I do thank God for the Canadian health care system. It took me most of a year to work my way through to the right people; but these ARE the right people, some of the best anywhere. From here on out, they'll be taking world-class care of me. And I won't be up nights working myself into a heart attack by worrying about the bills.
James, that tumor story is just damned scary. Congratulations on getting it found and fixed.
Mrs. R.
The kicker is that I had already composed the post before you told me about your illness today—which is kinda spooky. In fact, it was in the queue last night.
Weird, huh?
What mainly prompted it was the down way I was feeling from hanging around at the nursing home with the mom-in-law, and a conversation I had with Jen over the weekend about...well, “young” people (late 30's—early 40's) that we knew who were sorta falling apart physically.
Lotta funky hoodoo goin' 'round, so I got to thinking about what we can do proactively to counteract some of it.
I wrote the post. Put it in the queue last night.
And then I heard from you. Freaky. 
You better take care of yourself...'cause if you don't. I will personally hunt you down and force-feed you wheatgrass juice, and lemon-water, and red pears and all manner of healthy stuff.
Think I won't? Try me!
I had a TIA two years ago. SCARY!!
I am overweight, but lately I have been slowly taking it off. I am still very overweight, but have lost 20 pounds since April--almost accidentally. The pain meds they have me on for a ruptured disc completely destroy my appetite. I have no cravings now, so I can easily choose what to eat. Since eating is no pleasure at all now, I can make myself eat only healthy foods, and not too much.
But I can't really exercise yet--ruptured disc and all, ya know. I am hoping that I will be better and off the cane by next April--and back to my fighting weight.
Thanks for the push, LM. I really needed that.
I'm trying, I'm trying, but, like Mrs. R, I have a chronic illness that slows me waaay down. But there is one good thing about having Crohn's Disease; you lose weight as a matter of course.
LM, this is an excellent post - one I need to heed, because, since my granddaughter got terminally ill 7 months ago (she died 7/15 at age 12-1/2), I have been drinking waaaayyy too much and unable to eat very much.
Anyway, I will pay better attention.
Also wanted to thank you for one of the most powerful posts I've ever seen, the one re: your NC family reunion.
That touched me deeply.
You guys are truly carrying on the spirit of Mr Gilliard's work in the best possible way.
Thank you for that.
Best regards,
SD
Sarah:
I am so very sorry to hear about your loss—I mean it. That's enough to knock the mightiest soul for a loop.
Thankfully, you've caught yourself “in the act” of creating the damage. Do what you can within reason to take care of yourself—in stages if you must.
I know you can.
All my best,
LM
Sarah Deere, my heart goes out to you - it's unimaginable, and I pray for peace for you and your family.
thank you LM.
trying. not as hard as I need to be, but trying.
LM, that's so true.
My personal vice for most of my life was Coca Cola. I drank *way* too much of the stuff. Several times I'd tried to quit cold turkey and couldn't do it. I was so hooked on the sugar and the caffiene that I'd have headaches and absolutely zero energy.
A couple of years ago I forced myself to switch to diet Coke. My energy level took a plunge for a couple of weeks, but it was bearable. Two months later I switched to Diet Caffiene Free Coke and finally weaned myself off the chemical addiction. Just from that change in my diet alone I dropped close to 20 pounds.
I never did get the motivation to make the final switch from the Diet Caffiene-Free Coke to water, until thee months ago. I had a friend of mine, who is a dentist, over for dinner and as I was opening a Coke she just blurted out "How many of those do you drink a day?"
I couldn't argue with her, I knew the soft drinks were bad for me. Right there and then she had me round up all of the soda in the house and throw it out. I was about ready to take off my shoes when she declared, "We're not done yet... we're going shopping for water."
Like LM, I'm thankful that I've got friends that care enough to be blunt and lay these type of things out there in the open. A well timed friendly prod to do the right thing can work wonders.
There's a lot of us around who need to be looking after the old "belt-line" if you know what I mean - and I think yah do.
(no names being mentioned to protect me!)
Terri:
It's a constant struggle. The other day, as I was walking to the bus stop, I found myself drifting into the lot of the local White Castle.
The smell of the onions and little steamed patties was jones-ing me out like I was a junkie. I actually caught myself about ten feet from the door.
I stopped and grunted a clearly audible “No!” to myself and re-directed towards the bus stop, laughing at my weakness. The dude outside there sweeping ciggy butts from in front of the door must've thought I was a nut—scolding myself.
Got to the subway station a few minutes later and bought two bananas and a spring water before entering the station. Ate 'em both right there and drank the water as I went down the steps.
And felt better than I would've had I gotten my old White Castle standby—three jajapeño double cheeseburgers a small fries and a sweet tea. Mmmmmm, but Ohhhhhhhhh!
It is a constant struggle.
The eternal question? “Am I hungry? Or do I just want something to eat?”
It's a hard question to lie to yourself answering.
I have learned to get by on less. To eat slower, and savor my food, which makes what I do eat that much more enjoyable.
I have learned to love salads—now that I use really good lettuce (Boston “Butter” Lettuce or soft Redleaf) and vine tomatoes—not those horrible three-in-a-pack corner store jobbies. I get a spoonful of dried cranberries and a fistful of walnuts which I crush and sprinkle on.
I may eat something fried once every three weeks. Most everything else is broiled (Salmon, and when doing red meat—small portions of really good quality steaks) or rotisseried in the ol' Ronco—a helluva device I must say.
And as I hate water ( I just think of it as drinking liquid air—go figger), I flavor it with a squeeze of lemon, or lime. I kill nearly a gallon a day. Needless to say, my skin cleared up considerably.
I allow myself one “bad” day every three weeks, where I get a really good burger in town at either Sparky's in SoHo, where they use local, organic beef, or at the Shake Shack on 23rd & Madison.
I'll sit and take my sweet time eating 'em—most times I eat only half, and save the other half as a treat for the next day. They're not big burgers, but if you take your time eating 'em and don't wolf 'em, they're supremely enjoyable.
And generally after eating one of those, I make my 4-mile walk to help work it off, and try to work out first thing the next day to work it off even moreso, and get back close to “zero point”.
For snacks? Red pears, Bosc, and Asian. Low fat Jarlsberg swiss cheese. Nectarines. Clementine oranges. Lots of grapes. My son teases me about my “Greek God” snacks when he sees me get the grapes and cheese out. But he hooked me up with a nice cheese slicer from Sur La Table for Christmas.
“Wow. You really do use that thing!”
Yes, I do.
Best part? I can now get back into my beautiful $1,100 dollar Ermenegildo Zegna Bemberg Wool Crepé suit I bought in 1999, and all the Ralph Lauren suits fit again, too.
I feel so much better!
(And with my graphic burger talk Terri, I'm gonna go into the S.E. Queens wayback machine and produce for you...
A Benson Burger! )
LM,
All of you at the groupnewsblog are the best! Thanks for your astonishingly honest posts.
I've been walking for at least forty minutes a day for 20 years. I'm rather overweight, but my body fights like a sonuvabitch to keep me at this weight, so I've stopped beating my head against that brick wall. Don't drink, don't smoke. The systemic candidiasis forced me to cut out refined sugar. I try to avoid junk food but like to have one of those dollar bags of Lay's tater-chips once or twice a week. My biggest vice is probably caffiene addiction. When I try to cut back, I become exceedingly lethargic, listless, and apathetic. I consider java my pyschiatric medication of choice. (Though I do monitor my intake and make sure it doesn't exceed certain limits.) My preffered meat is turkey (ground or sausages) over red meat.
Kooky theory: I tend to think that the glutens in wheat have a similar though less intense effect on human physiology as refined sugar. That would go a long way towards explaining why the health of our hunter-gatherer ancestors was so good according to the paleoarchaelogical evidence and why the health of their grain-farming successors was so poor.
RB:
Probably the main thing that was bad for you about the diet sodas was the Aspartame (Worst. Sweetener. EVER.) and the extra sodium (same reason why too much salt is bad for you).
Milwaukee chlorinates the crap out of the water, so I like to drink Kool-Aid sweetened with liquid sacharrin (which was taken off the list of suspected carcinogens in the 90's, BTW). If liquid Stevia were as cheap, I'd sweeten my Kool-Aid with that more likely than not.
Hey, I thought everyone on the intertubes were skinny, beautiful, young and healthy.
You all ruined my illusion.
Congrats LM for making the switch and working on staying health.
I actually gave up all soda 4 years ago, (options are water, a little coffee and milk) after 2 rounds of gum surgery (gum disease got out of control). My periodontist told me to stop drinking all soda or I could prepare to pay $10,000+ for implants, because my teeth would fall out. (It's the combination of carbonation and acids in soda that chews away diseased gums).
Today, I have all of my teeth, the gum disease has been arrested, and I've even regrown bone. So, I don't miss that stuff at all.
Exercise is a much harder nut for me to crack. I have spinal arthritis, so my options are limited (and no, I don't swim--it terrifies me--low vision fears). If my meds are spot on, I can get on a nordic track and go. But if I'm either under medicated or over medicated, I can't exercise. It's only in the last year I've realized if I feel too shitty to move, there's a problem in my med regimine.
I come from a culture that is doc resistent, so it's only recently that I've learned I should view my primary doc as my health coach. If she doesn't know, she can't help. So, 3 months ago I pestered her on medication (cause I really had a hard time moving) and she promptly made some tweaks.
Three months later? I'm back on the nordic track, stiffness is MUCH better, I'm sleeping MUCH better, and my MOOD is better. The pain is about the same, but that's ok. At least I can exercise without feeling like the Tin Man in the Wizard of Oz.
Getting older means getting smarter about health--we don't have the slack that 17-year-olds get.
THANKS for the post. If we're lucky, we're in the same boat trying to learn and do the best we can with our aging selves.
I have only to look at my mother to know this is true. She has worked out all her life, and does it ever show! She lives alone in a lovely little house in one of those senior developments in NW Tucson, right on the edge of the Saguaro Nat'l Forest, and EVERY DAY she walks 5 miles round trip to the gym to work out for an hour. When I visit her, I can barely keep up, and I'm darned fit myself.
To add to this, she decided in the beginning of this year that she needed to do something with the massive stack of National Geographics - going back to the 60's - that she has collected - and packed and moved - several times over the years (I don't think you can actually throw National Geos away, can you?) So she has decided to read them all, chronologically, cover to cover, and because she is a fan of multi tasking, she does this WHILE SHE WALKS TO THE GYM!! "Ooooh, I know you - you're the lady that walks and reads the National Geographic all the time!" Other than tripping and falling once (sigh), she's pretty sure it is helping hone her brain, too, though being a far-left liberal, she finds it increasingly depressing to see that we as a country continue to do the same stupid things again and again (reading them chronologically illustrates this pretty clearly, I guess), and the benefit of hindsight really highlights the history revision at work.
But at 72 she's on the go, self-sufficient, and despite lingering problems as the result of a botched surgery may years ago, in remarkably good health - and sharp as a tack. A lifetime of being in shape has a lot to do with it.
You guys help, too! I canNOT for the life of me get her online, but I read her many of the blogs on the phone, and print and mail interesting stuff to her. The only other outlet for news for her is Stewart, Colbert, and Olberman, and believe me, just her knowing and understanding how many like-thinking people are actually out here is a big comfort to her. She feels pretty isolated in her Fox News loving Republican development, I can tell you!
I would hate to see "lose weight" regarded as the panacea for everything. I am 4'10" tall, and if you think that just cutting out sodas or fast food or whatever will do the trick when you're this height, forget about it. I can't tell you when the last time I ate fast food other than a Wendy's mandarin chicken salad without the noodles and only about 1/3 of the dressing they give you. I can't tell you when the last time I ate anything fried was. Pasta? Only rarely, and then it's whole wheat pasta.
Right now I am trying the 1550 calorie a day deal, doing yoga every day, and hoping the pain and snapping at the back of my right knee stops so I can start walking in the mornings again.
When I was 25 I went on a diet and it still took me 4 months to lose 13 pounds. I don't even like to think about what it's going to take now. Most of us have about an hour a day for exercise, and aren't about to spend every waking moment not working a full-time job walking on the elliptical and going nowhere.
The other night I was watching a program about Brookhaven, an inpatient program for the morbidly obese. And it occurred to me that many of the people portrayed are on their 2nd and 3rd stays there. So how can they say this program works? It seems to me that these people (and to a lesser degree, those of us who have spent our lives fighting this battle) have some kind of neurochemical thing going where there is a disconnect between brain and body. And yet there is very little research into this. We have drugs for depression, drugs for bipolar, drugs for schizophrenia on the mental health side. On the physical side, we have drugs for cholesterol, drugs for osteoporosis, drugs to give you a 36-hour boner. But no one DARES find a connection between genetics, brain chemistry, and weight.
Why should they, when it's so much easier to just say that fat people are such because they are morally defective? And why is obesity the last thing that Big Pharma wants to find a way to prevent?
Maybe because if they did, there would be NO ONE that it's OK to hate.
Why should they, when it's so much easier to just say that fat people are such because they are morally defective? And why is obesity the last thing that Big Pharma wants to find a way to prevent?
My across-the-hall neighbor thinks I'm overweight because I'm a Buddhist (not entirely really, but this is someone whose mind is good at filling in gaps with bizarre, convoluted stuff she made up out of whole cloth). Suppposedly, God is punishing me for not being a Christian by making me big and fat like a Buddha statue. Nevermind the fact that those big fat-guy statues are not depictions of Siddartha (the Buddha's given personal name) but of Hotei, a Japanese folk-deity, and nevermind the fact that Siddartha was strong and athletic and probably could have bested Jesus of Nazareth in any physical contest.
And yes, this person is a BushCo supporter (I was going to say "Kool-Aid drinker", but given my second post in this thread, I had best avoid that epithet for now, I should think) who thinks that we'll be able to "grow" our way out of the multi-trillion dollar debt BushCo will leaves us with.
So if you want to know why I'm so pessimistic about the country's future, know that it has more than a little to do with the white working-class ghetto in which I live.
I suppose that last point also supports the main theme of this post. If you think my medicating myself with cofee and tea is bad, my neighbors medicate their dirtball-angst with copious amounts nicotine and liquor, often to the point of where their lives are absolutely saturated with these drugs. Those two substances are bad enough on their own but so much worse in combination. And I note that indulgence that involves this sort of ongoing total saturation is remarkably grim and joyless as opposed to fun and celebratory. And you can be sure that those who live this way age very, very quickly. I talked to a guy at the laundromat last week who lives in this neighborhood. He told me he was 26. I would have guessed his age at 34. And by the time he's 34, he'll probably look like he's 46, if not 54. But even then, I can understand why they live this way. The only thing they've for which they've ever been conditioned is being working grunts, and in that cultural milieu, there's just so very, very little to fill the "empty spaces" of which Pink Floyd spoke. This is especially true for the men, who are expected to be the sort of hollow fortress ideal espoused by men in the traditional mindset; however, people just weren't meant to live that way with so little to provide compensation, hence the mondo booze and cigs.
-Sarah Deere:
My condolences over your loss.
I've been doing yoga (The Five Tibetans) for the past five months; I'm losing weight and my joints no longer ache.
Take care of yourself...'cause no one else will.
In addition to eating well and exercising, it is extremely important to seek out the silly. We sometimes become so focused on obligations, facts and the future that we forget to amuse ourselves in the present. It made a world of difference to my health when I began expressing my affection and laughing at my own antics.
tata:
You are absolutely right.
Anything that breaks the ritual of teeth-grinding, or fist-clenching, or any of the manifestations of internal stress is a goo dthing.
It sounds as hokey as hell, but that old Reader's Digest saw, “Laughter is the best medicine” is soooooo very true.
Make room for joy in your life. It can only help.
Loveandlight,
The three big problems with sodas are the sugar, the caffiene, and the acids.
My lingering issue from years of soda are the decalcified areas of my upper teeth. I'd thought about getting them fixed, but hadn't really taken any action... And then my wonderful dentist friend convinced me that I should put all of the soda, including the damage, behind me. Monday is my second dental appointment towards restoration.
$14,000 for fixing soda damage.
Ouch.
As long as we're talking about health, I made a pretty important discovery recently. One effect systemic candidiasis has had on me has been a remarkable depletion of energy level. (Yeah, caffiene's disruption of normal sleeping patterns can have this effect, too, but I'm certain I was experiencing something rather deeper than that.) On the LiveJournal candidiasis community, someone told me about coconut oil. Yes, it's a saturated fat, but not all saturated fats are created equal. One tablespoon, maybe two, a day plus a multi-vitamin worked wonders in restoring my energy level. My weakness was to the point where I was letting my bathroom get kind of, well, gross because I wasn't cleaning it. Once I started using coconut oil, I cleaned that puppy out good!
If you take two TBSP a day, take one in the morning and one and night, not both tablespoons in one dose. Coconut oil reinvigorates your energy levels by increasing the efficiency with which your body uses food energy. But if you take too much, especially in one dose, this effect will cause you to become insatiably ravenously hungry.
RB:
You said you were drinking diet soda, so I thought "NutraSweet" instead of "Sugar". NutraSweet is probably one of the few things that acutally manages to be worse for you than refined sugar.
'Nuff Said, LM. Praying for your mom-in-law's recovery. Don't apologize for not being able to post.
I started a medical study designed to prevent diabetes. Most of the time, they have me on placebos, and monitor my weight, eating habits (must track in a diary), exercise, and all that. While I haven't dropped the weight like I'd like (10 lbs so far), I dropped 17 points off my glucose, my BP has consistently stayed in the 110/70 range and I sleep better.
I recently gave up soy products (because of the estrogen factor), increased my veggie intake, drink more water or Crystal Light, and the bloat in my upper stomach has all but disappeared. The fatigue and brain fog is leaving - I'm getting my sharpness of intelligence back.
All because I saw my parents go too soon from pancreatis (dad) and heart (mom). Plus, my mom was diabetic. I wasn't trying to see needles and pin pricks to check blood sugar for the rest of my life.
I'm in my mid-forties and often get mistaken for a woman 10 years younger. Imagine what I'll look like once I reach a healthy weight!
Life is really about maintaining balance - spirit, soul and body, and these bodies need to be cared for.
I've been to nursing homes - They suck for the people who are in them, and the people who work there, because they know, unlike your mother-in-law, most of those people are discarded because remaining family members don't want the responsibility of taking care of them.
When I was in high school, the aunt that was taking care of my grandmother, uprooted her and brought her out to California, against her wishes. Another aunt in California, (my aunt and my moms' sister) hollered "Well, she can't stay with me."
My mother took care of my grandmother, seven days a week, without fail, until she died at the ripe old age of 79.
I watched my mother take care of my grandmother because she so loved her - it wasn't even an option not to.
And when the mortuary got my grandmother's body to prepare it for burial, they marveled at the fact that my grandmother's body didn't have a wrinkle or bedsore on it. Limbs weren't shriveled up. My grandmother was a stroke victim, and was wheelchair bound for ten years. The mortician remarked to my mother that even though there was a nursing home that was expensive for the care, my grandmother's body was in the best condition he'd ever seen.
That's because my mom and I kept my grandmother active - rotating her muscles, massaging them (her beauty secret was rubbing pure mineral oil on her skin, and she never had any wrinkles).
I feel you on this topic, LM. It brought back the memories of my grandmother, the loving woman who gave birth to my mom, and whom my mother loved so much, she named me after her (no, not The Political Junkie, LOL).
Thanks for this post. I've had a rough several years, and it's shown in my body. I've been lifting weights, and I'm getting good and strong, but I don't do nearly enough cardio, and my diet needs work. It's great when I have the time to cook for myself, but not so good when I don't. And I can tell the difference.
And as I hate water ( I just think of it as drinking liquid air—go figger), I flavor it with a squeeze of lemon, or lime. I kill nearly a gallon a day. Needless to say, my skin cleared up considerably.
Try slicing up half a cucumber and half a lemon and adding it to a pitcher of water. I had this at a spa once, and it was so cool and refreshing.
I love this blog. I love you guys. Can't say it enough.
Gluten can cause problems - one friend of mine is gluten intolerant. It really makes going out to eat a chore, because you'd be surprised at how many foods and sauces have flour...
At least it's not as bad as corn syrup...
LM, after I read your post, I walked 2-1/2 miles from my office to the Caltrain station. None the worse for wear, though I'm blaming the head/neck ache on cutting back on caffeine.
Seconding yoga. More flexible, my posture's better but I have to be more diligent about it when class is out of session.
Punkster, I laughed at your description of the Fox News watching complex. My parents live in a similar place, except my dad still watches Billo and mom's a once proud Republican. Dad's doing well, mom's osteoarthritis has its bad and better days.
Sometimes I think I'd stock up on really good street drugs so I don't end my days in a nursing home.
I recall you recently exclaiming that you were Happy, yes, happy, LM.
Best indication of health there is.
I wish your wife's mom a quick recovery and am very relieved she is only dizzy and did not break anything.
Komack: The Five Tibetans are about all I can handle -- and the only thing I can handle consistently, since they're non-aerobic. Great stuff for the sedentary...or anyone else.
I thank God daily I never acquired a soda habit -- nor a caffeine jones. I knew the first time I had aspartame it was seriously bad shit, too. A cuppa Lapsang Souchong to get me launched in the morning, and then no mas.
Virgin organic coconut oil -- yes yes yes. I get 2 T every morning in my smoothie, which also includes active-culture yogurt, a banana, some frozen peaches or berries, a shot of blueberry or pomegranate juice, and some nondenatured whey powder. (There are therapeutic reasons for all of these ingredients.) It's what's for breakfast.
And you're right about there being fats and fats: some are really, really important and actually help repair all kinds of damage. Which is part of the reason a growing number of doctors (including my GP) are starting to suspect that the cholesterol hypothesis for heart disease may be, well, looking in the wrong direction.
Mrs. R, I just read the comments from the beginning: my best wishes for a fast, safe recovery...it sounds like you already take LM's post to heart...
LM, you are too funny: a Benson Burger!
I'm laughing in between drinks of plain old water..I keep an Evian bottle on my desk, and refill it from the Aqua Clara machine (a gift from the people who are always urging me to drink the stuff 
)
Your regimen sounds delightful, and, even more importantly - realistic. that's the problem for me: my expectations exceed reality. but I'm getting a better grip, as coming up on 50, I know now is the time...
and, on a serious note, my best wishes for a swift, complete recovery for your mom-in-law.
I react to illness in pretty much the same way you do, so this is in heartfelt empathy...
all i can say is "thank you, lm"
and I hope those I know who have read this, heard it... I know i did.
and those of you I don't know (yet) listen up... this is important.
we need good people like you, staying around and making a difference
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