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BillMFl's picture
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Last reply 11/20/2012 - 2:16pm

I'm quite sure she did. Not a mean racist bone in her very substantial body.  My guess is my vote and her's helped demolish good old "I can't make up my mind for what I stand for" Romney.  hahaha   Well she probably doesn't come here anymore, but maybe someone can give her the message.

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Last reply 1/11/2013 - 11:57pm

I've never used the off topic forum before - it seems to me looking back that everytime I was on this dang computer I was looking up treatments or clinical trials.  I just wanted to say hello to everybody - I do not recognize many of the people on the BB now, and with losing Dave I am afraid to post.  I mean really, who wants to hear treatment advice from somebody who lost their spouse to the disease?

It's been four months now since he's been gone, and we are picking up the pieces.  The kids and I are adjusting to our new normal and just started  group therapy sponsored by the Gilda's Club (in memory of Gilda Radner).  It seems to help.  Looking back over the last 4 years, it is amazing how much I have changed - and continue to do so.  I am starting school in the spring - something that Dave always told me to do.  Whenever a doc would ask me "do you work in the medical field?" he would answer "no, but she's going back to school!".

This board was such a life line to me during Dave's journey, and I thank God that I found it.  I have found a really good on line young widows group that has helped me tremendously, both with my journey through grief and my kid's.

At any rate, I think of you all often - the people I met through this board will forever hold a place in my heart.

Live, laugh, love - really, it's what life is all about :)


Don't ever, EVER, give up!

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Last reply 4/15/2014 - 6:10pm

Its been a while since ive been on here.Times have changed and a lot more people onhere I dont know.ive been on here as a poster and chatter on the odd occasion for the past 10 years or so.Some of my friends are sadly no longer here.I was stage 3 MM back in we are in 2012 and im still writing random posts.Coming from England....many of my American friends couldnt understand a word of what i was saying....but it keeps you guessing.If any of my old mates are around....dont be scared of saying hello....any new very


stay lucky people....and let me know if your still alive


Shaggy AKA Ian...the mad firefighter from England

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Its been a while since ive been on here.Times have changed and a lot more people onhere I dont know.ive been on here as a poster and chatter on the odd occasion for the past 10 years or so.Some of my friends are sadly no longer here.I was stage 3 MM back in we are in 2012 and im still writing random posts.Coming from England....many of my American friends couldnt understand a word of what i was saying....but it keeps you guessing.If any of my old mates are around....dont be scared of saying hello....any new very


stay lucky people....and let me know if your still alive


Shaggy AKA Ian...the mad firefighter from England

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Dear All,

My brother is about to get maried. Within two months and by that time he will be having two shots remaining for his recovery course which is (not sure) 48 shots, once weekly. He started his course a year back and now he scheduled his wedding end mid-December, am asking him to postpone as he is negatively effected by all these shots and his health is not good at all suffering from general weakness. Anyways, please help me with the following concerns.

1- Will marieage will effect negatively on his health, I mean will he act as a normal husband?
2- Will this effect on pregnancy chances for his wife as he will take 2 shots in his first two weeks of his honey moon.
3- Will this effect on baby

Another concerns you may advise will be of great help, as I just need to make sure that this will not effect on any one either him or his wife or od willing you're baby.

Thanks a lot for your concern and interest to advise.

Much blesses to all of you.


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Last reply 10/13/2012 - 5:19pm
Replies by: Nad T, BonnieLea, DonW

DT to Cyn Cyn, come in....*static*

Still at sea?

F1 Austin -- there soon. It's going to be wild on this new beautifully designed track. 6 of us. Jersey June 16, 2013 may be happening.

Sergio Perez in the Sauber Ferrari motored is my driver.

Jackie's 60th I rented a Bell 407 and flew under Golden Gate Bridge. Pilot said are you sure and I said, I can do it... Have pictures.

Thursday is Nate's 10th. We recently added a beautiful bench at South Haven North Beach near pier, and another just went in on a trout stream on Portage Creek.

To my old friends - thank you.

To my old enemies - Peace Pipe.

Uncle Bill, you in a walker yet?



P.s. anyone seen the label maker from Florida? Almost forgot (finding my sign in was a trip). Bored Watcher.

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Last reply 1/16/2013 - 12:36am
Replies by: Anonymous, JC, Cooper, Janner

I'm pretty sure there's a Forum for Stage 1 patients, but I don't know where it is. Can someone point me to it?



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I'm pretty sure there's a Forum for Stage 1 patients, but I don't know where it is. Can someone point me to it?



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Billy Mac's picture
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Last reply 9/23/2012 - 6:46pm
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Hi, I just joined . Check my info. I have stage 3a melanoma, and we are talking about bio chemotherapy. I am complicated, I also have the autoimmune desease Sarcoidosis, this makes interleukin bad if not impossible. Any ideas?

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I am a preschool teacher and have realized there are not many sun awareness books on the market.  There is a wide variety of everything else (divorce, death, etc.) I have been working on a children's book this year and am to the point of looking for a publisher.  I was hoping to check in and see if anyone has any connection to one.  Definitely not an easy process.

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Last reply 9/9/2012 - 4:06am
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I am the 55 year proud father of two 38 day old twins (yes 38 DAYS old) who is now so scared they will never know me. A few weeks ago, I got a spot on my lung detected in a routine Xray but a clean blood work run. A knot on my groin prompted a PET scan that showed "uptake" at two spots : my groin and one on my lung (there were two places in my lung but only one had uptake). Did an aspiration on my groin node last Thursday and got an oral report that it was melanoma. Having to wait for my doctors to say exactly what it is and stage, but everything I read says it will not only come back melanoma but Stage IV (because of node in two places  - no matter size or number of them) and my future is bleak. I've had no signs of symptoms other than a persistent cough for the last 3 months if I laugh hard. No night sweats, fatgue (still swim a half mile almost every other day) and no rapd weight loss (although, since this news last week, I've lost 5 pounds but probably due to stress - quite the appetite supressant ... as well as this eye sty I just got today).

I'm the typical fair skinned, bue eyed countess sunburned Florida kid all grown up. I survived Hodgkins 11 years ago (almsot exactly) with chemo and radition and never expected THIS news. I've had several melanomas on the skin but they always said they got them all and they weren't deep.


Anyone else have something like it and is my death as imminent as the studies say?


For the first time in my life I feel I've never had more to live for and never been so unsure of the future.

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Last reply 9/6/2012 - 3:49pm
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Anonymous's picture
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Last reply 10/16/2012 - 1:35am
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Ive had quite a few moles removed from my body per the doctors request and I'm currently monitoring a few per his request as well. Well one tiny mole that was on my mid back was recently shaved off, grew back, but it grew back in as a cluster of moles. I know it's normal for moles to sometimes grow back when shaved, is this something that I should be concerned about?

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Last reply 9/14/2012 - 12:19pm
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That's the lonesome sound of the wind.... kinda like our board here or bored here..ha 

Can't point fingers since I am one and the same... 

Bonnie Lea???  where are thou???? bears eatcha?  sure hope not.. How are you doing? 

Jag?  Et Tu?  Summer wizzed by and I spent a lot of time with my chitlins, boy do they grow up fast.  Is child rearing going well for you? 

Me? you might ponder?  well, I started getting some of my stories published in a U.P. magazine and now I have a newspaper that is going to run one every other week.  Also did a pitch to some of the larger papers in the area...  Hopefully people are finding the graphic, downtrodden and misery in this world mundane and lighten up some.  Ie. election year.... Nasty stuff all around right there...

Started a web page also and it is in its infancy, stop by and be the first to leave a comment.  Well, unless it's nasty, then don't bother.  its

Here's a story I wrote last week.  It's kinda long but there is nothing else to read on this bored anyway so read away. 

Even has a Vet cameo in it for you Jag.



GOING, GOing, gone....


by Sirwilho


            "See you guys on the other side," "Tell Ma I loved her," "I tried to be good.. really.. I did,"  "Elizabeth, Elizabeth... I'm coming to join ya!,"  all these messages and more escaped me as darkness moved quickly through my consciousness until a dim ray of light was left, only to be quickly snuffed out.  Dramatic?  Yes, sure was.

            "Get yer arse off the ground and quick screwing around," Pappy hollered. 

            "I thought he was dead for sure," my Mom responded. 

            Slowly, darkness was pushed aside by these agitated sounds.  "Whew, I am alive," my brain screamed out. 

            "Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, you passed out," loving brothers squealed. 

            "Dang, sure wish I was dead again," brain sniveled.

            What made me relive these dark days?   Well, it came from a little event involving my son.  He was on a tour the other day while attending a camp that explored the wonders of animals.  One stop was to a surgical room where the Vet described different sizes of needles used during his surgical procedures.

            "Well Dad, it was like this," my son starts, "The room was small and there were about 25 of us in it.  They were all breathing heavy, thus hogging all the oxygen in the surgery area.  When the oxygen was nearly depleted, there was not enough for me and my brain decided to pass out." 

            "Hmmm," I pondered.  "Jeez, the poor kid has something wrong with him," the boys mom and I agreed.  Then it hit me, "Son, when did you pass out?"  I asked,.  "Right after the Vet talked about the needles," he said.

            "Ah ha!! Yes, of course.  The poor boys head went into overdrive after he thought of needles pushing through flesh and he dropped like a hot rock," I concluded.  Genetics... yep, the poor boy has my pass-out gene.

            The dramatic story today begins with my first pass-out experience and happened when our family joined up with many relatives for a camping adventure.  During our family bonding week it seemed that there was an abundance of time to play by yourself.  Innocently enough, it was during one of these alone times when I started using a pocket knife to carve my name into a very tough Oak tree.  The bark and fibers were like steel and required me to grip the handle firmly and push the tip into the trees layers.  I ended up pushing too hard and the knife closed scissor-like on my knuckles.  The right index finger took the brunt of the slashing and carved a nice slice to the bone.  This event happened in a split second so it took a moment for my mind to register everything.              First....pain; second...bone viewing; third.... blood; fourth....My first journey to the unknown where the lights went out, knees gave way, and I hovered angel like over my crumpled body strewn haphazardly on the forest floor.

            "Look at him!!!!, Now he's crying too," brothers Gump and Bishop sympathetically added. 

            Evidently, passing out makes you a wuss and a perfect target for ridicule.  Ghaaa, the shame of it all...  Days, weeks, and years afterward I heard it over and over... "Remember that time Billy passed out?"  "Dropped like a sack of potatoes he did," "Heh, heh, heh."

            Women have it great in this aspect.  They don't 'pass out', they 'faint'. 

            Terrible, surprising news hits the home front?  Down they go, and it's acceptable.  "Poor thing, give her some air and bring some water," the witnesses soothingly quip. 

            Not fair, not right, and sexist is my assessment on this.  Jeez, my brothers were ready to throw dirt on me then started arguing over who was going to get my bike.

            That wasn't my only time passing out, I have had plenty of episodes since then.  Once, at the age of 10 or so, I had to go to the dentist.  He was a big man with cucumber size fingers and cigarette breath.  The man was also a retired Army dentist who didn't believe in anesthetics.  No Lie.  

            This guy sucked the dentistry insurance allotment up very quickly from our family.  Luckily for him, my brothers and I drank Kool Aid with reckless abandon and the pure sugar loved chewing on our teeth to give us cavities.

            Gallon of water, cup of sugar, simple, yet tasty concoction.  Especially Green.  I'm pretty sure it was called Lemon Lime or something but was referred simply as 'Green,'  in our household.  "Red blows, make Green, dumb arse" my brothers would yell at me. 

            Sorry, back to the dentist.  He was kinda smart in some ways because a treat came after our treatment.  Hmmm... 'Treat-- Treatment'... might be something to that.  Anyway, a long, rubber alligator or spider was promised if we were 'good' while he was drilling for silver.  Not quite sure what his definition of 'good' was, so I would try to lay there without squirming, crying, biting, spitting, etc.  Passing out was categorized as 'bad' in my brain so when the darkness swept over the landscape of consciousness when he drilled into a nerve, I tried to suppress it for fear of not getting my alligator.  Too late.... I was gone hovering again. 

            The dentist seemed to like me this way, I surmised while floating above him and the lifeless me. 

            Tooth smoke from the grinding and drilling finally cleared, so he poked, (revived) me and gave up one of his gators for being 'good'. 

            Sidenote.... this rubber alligator was later used by a still non-confessing brother who put it in with my goldfish and subsequently killed them. 

            Gotta give a blood draw out of my right arm?  Hover Hover...  Needle from new dentist jabbing into my jaw bone?  Darkness, then Hover....  Flu shot?  Quick darkness but no Hover..

            The most recent attack on my conscious came several years ago while I was a supervisor working the night shift at Steelcase. 

            Our workload required us to endure a lot of overtime and I would often help out the crew in the making of desktops used in office furniture.  One of the last steps in this process was to trim off the excess edgebanding by using a custom made, really sharp knife. 

            My head wasn't entirely in the game as I trimmed off the edgebanding, and as a result, the knife slipped, then sliced a nice cut deep into my right thumb. 

            "Ok, that hurt and will bleed, but no biggie," was my thought as I quickly wrapped it with a clean towel and finished trimming the top. 

            It was the end of our shift and almost the whole crew was cleaning while I completed the schedule.  About ten minutes after cutting my thumb, a young lady from our team came over to say good night and quickly saw blood on the floor and the towel wrapping my thumb. 

            "Whadja do?,  Yer bleeding...let me look at how bad it is," she says.  "I'm fine, just a little cut is all," says me.  "Lemme see, just to make sure," she asks again.

            This is the moment where my credibility as a Supervisor and a Man quickly takes its turn Southbound. 

            "OK....See?  Not so bad," I say while slowly unwrapping the towel.  I spoke too soon since when the towel opened, it revealed the now clotting blood bloop over to one side of my digit. 

            I felt IT coming on fast when the wound was exposed.  "Easy Billie, it's just blood, it doesn't hurt," my conscious screams. 

            The pass out Gene was exercising its dominance and started to suck the whole building down into the great abyss.  "Bill!!!  ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?!!" screams the 105 lb. woman. 

            ITS taking me fast and there's no stopping IT while I try to steady myself.  The mouth is now paralyzed and I can't talk, knees then become wiggly. 

            "Just go to sleep," dominant pass-out gene murmurs, "don't try to fight IT, you can't."  The concrete floor is approaching and I am rendered paralyzed-like again. 

            "HELP, HELP!!!!"...the worker screams as she barely cushions my descent to the floor.  "He would have smashed his flippin' head open if I hadn't been here," is what I heard as consciousness comes back. 

            "Just relax Bill, we called the paramedics," the lead man says as I look up to see a circle of heads, like a halo, all straining to get a good look at my passed-outedness.   The concerned look from the crew is quickly replaced by the 'holding back a good laugh look'  as two crew members put my arms around their shoulders and carry/drag me to the break room.

            "I'm fine, really."  was my proclamation to the newly arriving paramedic.  "Nope...Ya gotta go downtown to the hospital and get some stitches and we called a cab to bring you,"  the EMT says.  "What?? A cab?, I can drive," says me. "Nope...Company policy, now get going."

            It's a Saturday night and almost 2:00 A.M. as I sit in the packed E.R. waiting room with quite a cast of characters.  Finally, an hour later, a smiling nurse comes to get me and continues smiling as I sum the nights events leading up to my mishap.  She is still smiling while explaining that she needs to 'numb up the area' with her syringe of numb potion.  "It's gonna hurt too, since its basically skin on bone where I have to inject you," 

            "Go ahead, how much worse can it get?" I say.  The smiling nurse is evidently governed by the Devil as she starts the needle injections into my tender thumb.  "How ya holding up?"

            Hover, Hover, Hover, as I look down on my lifeless body and the smiling nurse. 

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