TROUPER GROUPER
Trouper Grouper
Here I am in sunny (well, most of the time anyway) southern Ontario, Canada, nearing the end of our month’s vacation sight our relatives and many friends this lateral of the “pond.” Sunday we go to St Paul, Minnesota to visit the wonderful Barb - of “drive-thru mastectomy” fame - who has contributed individual hilarious posts to CancerComicStrip. (See Archives.) I can’t wait to finally meet her in person!
While feeding the Toronto Star of August 25th I came crossways a lovely story about Bubba the grouper (fish) … and I quote:
“CHICAGO - Bubba the Grouper, who became a hero to teen cancer victims for surviving a pugilism with the disease, has died, his keepers at the Shedd Aquarium said yesterday.”
“Bubba, who turned into an instant honor when he became the first fish in history known to have conventional chemotherapy, was about 24 eld older when he died on Tuesday, according to the Shedd officials.”
“The 69 kilogram “super grouper” was abandoned at the metropolis tank in 1987, left at the getting desk in a bucket.”
“…Bubba was diagnosed with cancer in 2001, and two eld later, Shedd officials took the unprecedented step of administering chemotherapy for the tumour that grew above his eyes.”
“Cancer survivors, especially children, were inspired by Bubba’s story of resilience, and he was a Shedd favourite.”
A sweet story and digit to tell every the family, but perhaps leaving digit conception out: when Bubba arrived at the tank he was a she. She denaturized gender in the mid 1990s. According to the Toronto Star inform that’s “not uncommon for destined kinds of fish.”
Some creatures get the prizewinning of both worlds…
Have a great weekend and I’ll “see” you when I’m backwards in UK early September.
SUZE
My monastic Will is today with Jesus!
It’s a depressing weekend for us. Yesterday my 24 assemblage older half brother was driving home from his job in St. Louis and was struck by a guy who was trying to “beat the traffic light” The driver t-boned my brother’s car, Will had 10 units of murder and massive internal injuries. He was in a nymphalid for a few hours then he died….I’m distribution this with you to communicate for your prayers for every family, especially my step mom, her study is Hermie.
God Bless you always…
You’re feeling very sleepy…very slee….
What a comfort it is to know that the scientists rattling are on the fix when it comes to anticipating how women feel when they’re about to have a biopsy on a boob lump.
At a past word of the Radiological Society of North America, in Chicago, the wallahs declared that discover of the 236 women about to undergo this test, “all … were uneasy before the biopsy.“
Hey, really? Why on earth should a woman be uneasy when half a dozen white-coated robots stand over you and stab a diminutive kine force individual times into the depths of your beleaguered bosom? Nah. Kid stuff. The article goes on…
“All three groups reportable discompose during the biopsy, but the patients given the empathetic and hypnosis tending felt significantly less discomfort than those given the standard treatment.”
Empathy and hypnosis? Frankly I would kinda have been whacked hard over the head with a mallet. Give me lots of local anaesthesia and rather total unconsciouness every time.
According to lead scientist Elvira Lang, assort academic of tomography at Harvard Medical School …
“The findings exhibit that non-pharmacologic means crapper be very coercive - without side-effects. The results extend preceding assumptions about mind-body interventions in that self-hypnotic slackening crapper be learned very apace correct on the machine table without added cost, hard the idea that extensive duty visits or activity are necessary.”
Yeah, right. Should there be a incoming time for me, I can’t quite wager myself melodic a mantra and visualising myself on a warm blonde beach while having my digit remaining boob disembowelled by a giant apple corer.
To wager the full article, click here.
And for still added hospital smile … the following made me giggle:
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Hospital regulations order a wheelchair for patients existence discharged.
However, while employed as a student nurse, I found digit elderly gentleman–already dressed and movement on the bottom with a suitcase at his feet–who insisted he didn’t requirement my help to leave the hospital. After a chitchat about rules existence rules, he reluctantly let me wheel him to the elevator. On the way down I asked him if his wife was meeting him.
“I don’t know,” he said. “She’s still upstairs in the room dynamical discover of her hospital gown.”
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Sorry to have been so long in bill … am frantically trying to rank the incoming aggregation which is deadlined for December 31st. Much tapping absent at keyboard, and not much time for anything else. Click here for a hurried preview.
Love to all
SUZE
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