Re: Light, liver biospy, and a flood

[Guest guest]

Dear All:

Thnaks so much for your continued support of me through private emails and

good thoughts. I have especially been touched be the lighting of candles

around the world, and I am now have a 24-hour vigil candle burning in my

home (safely) for all of us--our bodies, our minds, our healing, our hopes,

our love, and our understanding spirit. This light means a lot to me, and

when I wake up in tne middle of the night becuase of insomia and the

medication wears off, and I look over to the warm light in the darkness, it

sends out comfort, love, and " you are not alone. " I think of all of you

every day, and especially , I wait with you.

I have a fine-needle aspiration lesion biospsy of the my left lobe of the

liver on Tuesday morning at 8am at town to test for cancer. I ask

everybody to think, pray, visualize, hope, anything which rises up from your

good intentions, to the possibility that is not cancer. I feel like I am

buried on about the fifth rung of hell at this point--potentially cancerous

liver lesions, brain tumor, liver surgeons won't operate because of the

brain tumor, etc.......and if I can just make it through one exam at a time.

If this just a tumor and not cancer, it would be a first step up. So let's

cuddle up to the benign tumerous liver lesions and tell them how much we

prefer them to cancer, and maybe they will grace my left lobe against the

odds. I have appointment with three top neurosurgeons in the next couple

of weeks, so I will begin the serious examination of the brain tumor. I

want to thank everyone, especially Fonda, for the neurosureogy references.

There is a big difference in brain specialists in this country--far more

varied than in liver disease--and there are only about 25 top neuro

specialists that you can really trust with your life and brain, based on the

number of times they operate per year, technology, etc. So I feel

compelled to seek out the top neuro doctors as a chance to treat the brain

disorder. The left arm and hand is somewhat numb today, some there is

something going on up there on an active way. I hope that I can make it out

of this; I hope we all can.

I share with you one last somewhat incredible event. (I swear I am not

making me this up.) After my friends brought me home Christmas Eve and I

recovered for a few days from the trauma of all of the medical news, I was

in bed Thursday evening in the lower level of the townhouse that I rent, and

my landlord-friend upstairs has stepped out for a moment. I started to hear

water running, and soon there were tens of gallons of water gushing form the

ceiling everywhere, the vents, and the electrical sockets that started to

explode. Here pipe under her kitchen sink her burst upstairs, and there

were hundreds of gallons of water flooding her main floor and of course my

basement. It was so unbelievable, espceailly with partial brain impairment

becuase of the tumor, I felt like I was trapped in some bad made-for-tv

movie. I wasn't even supposed to be moving from bed, but there I was

lifting my new mattress, which was directly under the gushing exploding

light fixture, and moving in to the other side the room, trying to gather my

medical papers for flood, calling 911 to get fire fighters, trying to find

the cats of the house in case of fire. The fire fighters came and stayed

fro about an hour with some neighbors after we got the water main turned off

and mopped up, I was wandering around in the cold darkness in the woods in

my flannel nightgown with a flashlight trying to find my beloved Cat

who had bolted the first few minutes of the flood. I went up and downstairs

about 10 ten times, and I can say I'm glad I'm on steroids and anti-seizure

meds, becaause I could have had a stroke or just plain died; my left side

started shaking from foot and to arm, but since has subsided, but slightly

numb. Cat finally came back after about three hours, with a very wet

tail and dry elsewhere, and with some volunteer help for a wonderful hospice

home-care organization I just discovered this week, we have finally got my

apartment put back together with a lot of water spots on the ceiling and

burn out lights, but the building inspector says we are not going to cave

in. I not much of an institutional religious person and not particularly

Judeo-Christian, but I feel like God is taking me through the Old Testament

chapter by chapter--Job, the flood, the plague, etc. I keep waiting for the

New Testamant to begin!

Holding fast to any threads of hope, my freinds brought me a Chinese fortune

cookie to me the other night and it says, once agin I am not making this up,

" Serious trouble will bypass you. " I don't know who the guys are that write

fortune cookies, but I sure hope they talk to the Old Testament God and my

doctors, and get everybody on the same page! I am trying to have a sense of

humor about this, and the whole flood scene was so outrageous and so

unbelievable, you didn't to laugh and cry.

Well, I wish you each and all a Happy New Year of any creed and calendar,

and faith or hope. I keep the light burning for all of us, and keep your

healing my heart and thoughts.

Love, hugs, and hope,

in DC

[Guest guest]

It is truly great that you have a sense of humore with all your troubles, Others

maybe even me, would have been in the looney bin by now.

Good luck with your preceedure tomorrow, and I hope they will find things more

hopeful than what you are fearing. My POSSITIVE thoughts are with you. Keep

the candle burning even if it is just in your mind. Clara from OR

[ ] Re: Light, liver biospy, and a flood

Dear All:

Thnaks so much for your continued support of me through private emails and

good thoughts. I have especially been touched be the lighting of candles

around the world, and I am now have a 24-hour vigil candle burning in my

home (safely) for all of us--our bodies, our minds, our healing, our hopes,

our love, and our understanding spirit. This light means a lot to me, and

when I wake up in tne middle of the night becuase of insomia and the

medication wears off, and I look over to the warm light in the darkness, it

sends out comfort, love, and " you are not alone. " I think of all of you

every day, and especially , I wait with you.

I have a fine-needle aspiration lesion biospsy of the my left lobe of the

liver on Tuesday morning at 8am at town to test for cancer. I ask

everybody to think, pray, visualize, hope, anything which rises up from your

good intentions, to the possibility that is not cancer. I feel like I am

buried on about the fifth rung of hell at this point--potentially cancerous

liver lesions, brain tumor, liver surgeons won't operate because of the

brain tumor, etc.......and if I can just make it through one exam at a time.

If this just a tumor and not cancer, it would be a first step up. So let's

cuddle up to the benign tumerous liver lesions and tell them how much we

prefer them to cancer, and maybe they will grace my left lobe against the

odds. I have appointment with three top neurosurgeons in the next couple

of weeks, so I will begin the serious examination of the brain tumor. I

want to thank everyone, especially Fonda, for the neurosureogy references.

There is a big difference in brain specialists in this country--far more

varied than in liver disease--and there are only about 25 top neuro

specialists that you can really trust with your life and brain, based on the

number of times they operate per year, technology, etc. So I feel

compelled to seek out the top neuro doctors as a chance to treat the brain

disorder. The left arm and hand is somewhat numb today, some there is

something going on up there on an active way. I hope that I can make it out

of this; I hope we all can.

I share with you one last somewhat incredible event. (I swear I am not

making me this up.) After my friends brought me home Christmas Eve and I

recovered for a few days from the trauma of all of the medical news, I was

in bed Thursday evening in the lower level of the townhouse that I rent, and

my landlord-friend upstairs has stepped out for a moment. I started to hear

water running, and soon there were tens of gallons of water gushing form the

ceiling everywhere, the vents, and the electrical sockets that started to

explode. Here pipe under her kitchen sink her burst upstairs, and there

were hundreds of gallons of water flooding her main floor and of course my

basement. It was so unbelievable, espceailly with partial brain impairment

becuase of the tumor, I felt like I was trapped in some bad made-for-tv

movie. I wasn't even supposed to be moving from bed, but there I was

lifting my new mattress, which was directly under the gushing exploding

light fixture, and moving in to the other side the room, trying to gather my

medical papers for flood, calling 911 to get fire fighters, trying to find

the cats of the house in case of fire. The fire fighters came and stayed

fro about an hour with some neighbors after we got the water main turned off

and mopped up, I was wandering around in the cold darkness in the woods in

my flannel nightgown with a flashlight trying to find my beloved Cat

who had bolted the first few minutes of the flood. I went up and downstairs

about 10 ten times, and I can say I'm glad I'm on steroids and anti-seizure

meds, becaause I could have had a stroke or just plain died; my left side

started shaking from foot and to arm, but since has subsided, but slightly

numb. Cat finally came back after about three hours, with a very wet

tail and dry elsewhere, and with some volunteer help for a wonderful hospice

home-care organization I just discovered this week, we have finally got my

apartment put back together with a lot of water spots on the ceiling and

burn out lights, but the building inspector says we are not going to cave

in. I not much of an institutional religious person and not particularly

Judeo-Christian, but I feel like God is taking me through the Old Testament

chapter by chapter--Job, the flood, the plague, etc. I keep waiting for the

New Testamant to begin!

Holding fast to any threads of hope, my freinds brought me a Chinese fortune

cookie to me the other night and it says, once agin I am not making this up,

" Serious trouble will bypass you. " I don't know who the guys are that write

fortune cookies, but I sure hope they talk to the Old Testament God and my

doctors, and get everybody on the same page! I am trying to have a sense of

humor about this, and the whole flood scene was so outrageous and so

unbelievable, you didn't to laugh and cry.

Well, I wish you each and all a Happy New Year of any creed and calendar,

and faith or hope. I keep the light burning for all of us, and keep your

healing my heart and thoughts.

Love, hugs, and hope,

in DC