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[catherfina]

 Ron's lesions aren't healing on the increased amount of prednisone they put him on, so we don't know what they are going to do next.  I've e-mailed his doctor and should hear back from her later today.  I have no idea what they'll try next.  Not only aren't the lesions healing, it appears that they are spreading.  And his memory just seems to be

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[elmathelas]

Firstly, I just want to raise my hand and say I'm here, I hear you, and I'm sorry for everything you're facing right now. I don't know what else to say-- but I wanted you to know that I am listening. And I do know that the things I bitch about in my journal are very small potatoes in comparison.

And now for the second part:

How old are your children? What kinds of books are they into? I haven't any children of my own to shop for, nor any children in my family that I buy presents for (there are so many cousins that the extended family only does presents within smaller gatherings-- not that we don't all love them, but it's CHAOS otherwise).

I hesitated to ask, because I know my first impulse would be to say "no, of course not, you simply can't do that." But I'm so hoping you'll say yes, that I can take some of the embarassment of riches that I have in terms of credit at the campus bookstore (and me with 1 semester of clinical work to go and no more texts to buy, hooray, hooray) and credit at borders and let me loose with the plan of introducing a bookworm to maybe a new guilty pleasure, or your younger one to something that I loved madly as a kiddo. It might be a stretch to say that Santa got books, but maybe the elves have a binding workshop, who knows.

Anyway. I'm leaving this comment instead of e-mail because I'm never sure if the At livejournal e-mail addresses are real-- I don't know how to check mine, for example. Delete if you like. I'm at aretinaaretina at hotmail dot com.