My leukemia's back.

Well by the end of today this sucker will be out and on the ground.
Then the real work begins....I have to pull the motor out of the other truck to put this one in.View attachment 1514118it's been a slow process as I don't move like I used too.
I find this very impressive that you can do this. Not many would take the time these days. My hubby was a mechanic at one point in his life.and did this a few times back in the day. He enjoyed keeping our cars/trucks up when he was younger. :)
 
Sorry brother.... my dad was a bad man.
But to this day I still wish I'd said good bye.
My mom hated him and we weren't allowed to feel sorry for him. She basically let him die alone. She had every right to hate him..... .....but death is so permanent that 35 years later it bothers me he spent the last months dying by himself. Last time I saw him I said see ya..... not good bye..... no I love yous .....

That is tough. :hugs

I have no real regrets with my dad... I just miss having him around.
 
Phil, it is totally normal for close relatives to feel guilt when a loved one dies. When my mother died, I had to make an appointment for my oldest daughter to talk to my mother's doctor. He had to reassure her that there was nothing she could have done to save her.

My mother had leukemia. She had been getting chemo, but when they tested, the chemo drugs were about half of what they should have been in her bloodstream. They needed to significantly increase the dosage, but in order to do that, they had to hospitalize her. They did the chemo, and gave her a LOT of anti-side effect drugs. She was doing fine. The next morning, the doctor gave her another medication for the side effects, and mom began acting funny. My daughter witnessed it, and the nurse told her it was not unusual due to the medication she was on. About an hour later, mom was headed to the restroom, and she collapsed. My daughter pushed the call button for a nurse. When mom collapsed, she went into a coma. She never awoke from the coma.

My daughter kept saying that maybe she should have called the doctor, instead of the nurse, when mom was acting so strange. Maybe she should have insisted the nurse call her doctor. She kept thinking that there was something she could have done to change the outcome. It seemed no one could console her, or change her mind. She felt so guilty that she didn't do the right thing to save her grandmother. That's when I called mom's doctor, and made the appointment. We went in to see him, and my daughter got all her questions answered. She also found out there was NOTHING she could have done to change the outcome. He explained to her that there is almost always some type of guilt when a loved one dies, but it was not her burden to carry. She was fine after that.

I have to say this though. Because of mom's reaction to that particular medication, later on when I was getting chemo, my oncologist would not use that one side effect drug on me.
 
I find this very impressive that you can do this. Not many would take the time these days. My hubby was a mechanic at one point in his life.and did this a few times back in the day. He enjoyed keeping our cars/trucks up when he was younger. :)
I do it too try and stay sharp..... can't do it for a living anymore cuz I'm too crippled up.... this keeps my brain sharp and my body moving.
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spent all day yesterday making this to bolt to the engine to pull it out....
 
That is tough. :hugs

I have no real regrets with my dad... I just miss having him around.
Bad family dynamics..... my parents were not good ... which really left me at a disadvantage as a teenage father trying raise my kids right
I think I did a good job. Even though I sometimes get frustrated... they all turned out to be good people ... and independent.
 
Phil, it is totally normal for close relatives to feel guilt when a loved one dies. When my mother died, I had to make an appointment for my oldest daughter to talk to my mother's doctor. He had to reassure her that there was nothing she could have done to save her.

My mother had leukemia. She had been getting chemo, but when they tested, the chemo drugs were about half of what they should have been in her bloodstream. They needed to significantly increase the dosage, but in order to do that, they had to hospitalize her. They did the chemo, and gave her a LOT of anti-side effect drugs. She was doing fine. The next morning, the doctor gave her another medication for the side effects, and mom began acting funny. My daughter witnessed it, and the nurse told her it was not unusual due to the medication she was on. About an hour later, mom was headed to the restroom, and she collapsed. My daughter pushed the call button for a nurse. When mom collapsed, she went into a coma. She never awoke from the coma.

My daughter kept saying that maybe she should have called the doctor, instead of the nurse, when mom was acting so strange. Maybe she should have insisted the nurse call her doctor. She kept thinking that there was something she could have done to change the outcome. It seemed no one could console her, or change her mind. She felt so guilty that she didn't do the right thing to save her grandmother. That's when I called mom's doctor, and made the appointment. We went in to see him, and my daughter got all her questions answered. She also found out there was NOTHING she could have done to change the outcome. He explained to her that there is almost always some type of guilt when a loved one dies, but it was not her burden to carry. She was fine after that.

I have to say this though. Because of mom's reaction to that particular medication, later on when I was getting chemo, my oncologist would not use that one side effect drug on me.
I never took any meds for my leukemia.... at least not maintenance type.... after interferon quit working it was straight to transplant.... that is what is creating havoc on my body now.... they didn't do then as good back then.
I saw my hematologist recently...I said I lived to long.... back then life expectancy for my type of transplant. (He called it primitive)....
Was 10 years......iI and someone else who had one when I did she made it about 10 years and was wheel chair bound.
 

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