Alright, ya'll. This is Ashley and I'm hijacking the P Train again. Here's the scoop. I'm all the way over on this side of the country… and my dad's all the way over on that side. He's a tough one to get the truth out of when he's doesn't have to be accountable for body language and such! But from what I hear, he sounds miserable. I mean, sure, he's still got this incredibly up-beat and optimistic attitude. Each day he tells me he's feeling better than he did the previous day. He mumbles shit about only having two weeks left, or how lucky he's been. But in reality, it sounds like what he's going through sucks. AND his fingers get sore. So that's gotta mean that typing is difficult… sooo… rather than forcing him to write to us, let's write to him. :o)This is an open comment thread. You can write whatever you want in the comment box… Write a message to Paul and his little fan club here. Share something interesting happening in your life. Post a picture of the kids. Write a haiku. Tell a joke. Whatever, it's your thread. Have at it… for Paul's sake!
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I will accept the challenge to learn how to post a picture. That will be coming shortly. IN the mean time, I want to muster up all the love, energy and spirit that the Marcuzzi house has for the Coopers, and send it all two doors down like a cosmic blast of karma. I know that you are in the home stretch, and I ache for you that it is so ugly right now. I want to think of some kind of smart ass remark or joke about it, because we sort of do that together, but I am having a hard time coming up with the right smart ass remark (Darren will be stunned, it is a first). I guess that is because maybe you just need love right now. I can offer my services as a typist if you want to dictate, I can run over and type it out for you.
So as far as something interesting in my life goes, I have been pondering something today. We, as of a few months ago, now have five potty trained persons in our house. I had absolutely no clue as to how much toilet paper would be consumed in a week by five peeing/pooping units. I am feeling like i need to plant some trees or something, I do not feel like it has increased our usage by 20% as one might think when we added the fifth unit. I can not believe that i actually had the conversation today about how many squares is appropriate to use per "incident". If anyone had told me 10 years ago that I would be having that conversation with a three year old, I would have laughed them under the table. My how times change. So in the spirit of times changing, let's finish this chapter, so that Paul can look back and bitch about how bad the last two weeks of radiation sucked! Preferable while we are having a cocktail on our porch (or up in NC if we ever score an invite)
Love all members of the P Train,
Kelly
Paul, we are all here for you and you are now famous. Lenny and I were in Boston on Friday for his 9 month scans at Dana Farber and the research team stopped us in the hall and told us how they had heard of our fundraiser and that we had the BEST AUCTIONEER in the world. I kid you not! News travels qucikly.Maybe we should hire ourselves out as silent auction people!
We love you and we are counting the days for you until the radiation is over!
Wendy and Lenny
At the moment, the two men in my life who inhabit our domicile are asleep in bed with the World Series on. One is said patient, Mr P, and the other is our new 70lb dog, Mr Bullwinkle. We will call him MR B for now. Mr P is loving Mr B being around to take his mind off of the world of hurt he is in. I can stand by and try my best to take the pain away. The list of side effects is long from the chemo/radiation. They handed us the list before this part of his treatment started, and I think we believed that P was doing so well, maybe, just maybe, he would be cleared of any more warring factions in his body. Alas, the little 5 FU factions had their way, and he is working on banishing them one by one from his universe. I am ready to assist at any given moment. MR B is there to assist as well with wagging tail and soulful eyes.
I must say that with all of the turmoil with elections and the economy, at least we have a fabulous support network of friends and family and doctors and nurses and pharmacists and counselors and dog washers. One hopes for the same to heal what ails our nation.
For now,I recommend a pet. Something about a little or large furry creature....
ah, paul. so sorry you are hurting but so happy this is part of healing. you know you are loved, and if you didn't before, then you haven't been paying attention. our furry poodles say hi to your labradoodle. if you ever want a playdate, george and samantha are happy to indulge bullwinkle with some saliva and jumping. samantha goes in for surgery tomorrow, so she will be feeling your pain. well, maybe not as much, but some shared experience will happen. one question - why not bullwinkler? has such a nice ring to it, wouldn't you say? we love you! tell us when we can come visit with standard poodles in tow.
Wendy is right.....you were awesome at the fundraising dinner! Actually, you're pretty great all the time. You are our hero....hang in there. We love you!
Mel and Suzanne
I will share with you my daily meditation from the other day:
The winner carries with him the quiet knowledge that though he has heard every argument, faced every opponenet, fely every criticism, there is no turning back and no accepting defeat. Telling a winner that something is impossible is like waving a red flag. He insists on going ahead, learning all he can about the challenges he faces and then persisiting until there is nothing left to do but to win. Every winner knows in his heart that he is not alone. His spirirt and his dream merge so that even a loss will only be a delay. What we put into an idea, what we dream it can be, what we believe in and work towards is likely to make it take shape.
To my dearly loved friend, Paul, the winner.
Love,
Kristin
Hello Paul and Cathryn,
I'm back in LA - brought Mason out her for her birthday. I'm checking up on you.
Ashley, keep up the posting!
Love,
Judie
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