Greetings Me Droogs N Droogettes
This’s getting –OLD–
I’m so emotionally drained it’s not funny.
1000 Yard Stare Mode
No update on Gretch. Waiting on test results and whatnot. Some of y’all figured it out. The E.R. found a lump, which under normal circumstances, not a big deal.
BIG history of breast cancer in the fam. Her Granma cashed from it. Her Mom got it, and survived, albeit significantly boobie-reduced. In Gretch’s case, well, seems said lump (which I hadn’t noticed despite the regular groping and titty-time) has already grown a wee bit.
I know it just may be -me- thinking it, however, it -has- gotten a wee bit larger and pronounced. Tests and whatnot ongoing, and the prayers have been really welcome and appreciated. I’ll deal with it as we go, as it’s not my first rodeo with the “Big C” having had a nice bout of it myself a few years back.
Only cost me 1/2+ an airbag, but who’s counting?
As the Sergeant from the 1980 classic “The Big Red One” said:
“That’s why they give you two.”
Of course he was talking about Smitty’s ball(s) being blown off by a castration mine, but balls, lung… whatever… I’m shy half an airbag and still kicking thankfully.
Hopefully we get better news tomorrow or at least by Monday.
This’s been the longest, slowest week I’ve gone through in about ten years. The waiting is killing me. Anyways, that’s the update for her… moving on to sadder news
Tonight and the reason I’m poasting is I got word thru Facebook that a very good friend of mine from Iraq died a few days ago. Hilal Ahmed Abu Dlou, better known as ‘Spidi’ or ‘Speedy’ to us ‘Muricans, cashed in after a heart attack five days ago in Lebanon.
He leaves behind two really cute kids, a wife and a big family.
He was about 8 years younger than me.
I always gave him shit about his diet… he never met a hamburger that he didn’t love. Guess it finally caught up.
Again, Damn it.
I talked to him not even two/three weeks ago… yeah… I stayed in pretty close contact with him… especially when the Izzys went batshit and started doing full on ¡Genociding! of the Palestinians.
I offered up to sponsor him and his immediate fam to come here to the states to live if the Zio-Clowns in Izzystan decided they wanted to roll hot North into Lebanon where he was located. He’s Palestinian by birth BTW.
People can talk shit all they want about the Palestinians being worthless motherfuckers who’d rather destroy shit and be parasites and whatnot rather than get their collective shit together? Of course. Look at the blaq BLM population of the Untied Staatz and tell me they’re any different from Hamas. Only dif is that BLM lacks the balls to do something significant against their ‘supposed’ oppressors. ALL groups have “that retarded group” of asocial fucktards… ALL of them… White, blaq, Asian, Hispanic… everyone has “those people” in their tribe… however, in this case?
There are some great Palestinians out there, ones who genuinely are hardworking and awesome folks. Some of whom I’ve shed blood with and for, and some of which I proudly claim as brother, albeit from another mother. Speedy was one of them.
My brother Speedy, may you rest in peace, be it with Allah or whatever Greater Power there is. In the words of your own, Insh’Allah we will meet again Habibi.
I will miss you.