It's our preferred mode of travel, with comfortable berths, lovely dinner & breakfast in the dining car and usually some interesting fellow travelers.
Here's the Albuquerque Transportation center where we'll be departing from:
Once in LA it will likely be Thanksgiving at the nursing facility where Wes' mom is currently staying. She's been fighting off a medication resistant staph infection for several weeks & is unlikely to be out of the hospital in the near future. At 86 years old, she needs the best care possible to pull through this. Over the past several years she's fallen three times, been hospitalized numerous times and is still plugging along. Quite the feisty lady.
She's an LA native and was raised alongside the Hollywood crowd of her day. Her many stories are very entertaining. At one time during her late teenage/early adulthood she was the person who answered Loretta Young's fan mail while working at the copy shop that her mother ran in the midst of the movie studios. Her story about dating Sydney Greenstreet's son is alot of laughs - she didn't hit it off well with the famous fat man. Hijinks ensued.
So regardless of the setting, we're sure to have a nice Thanksgiving visit.
You Are 51% Misanthropic
You're somewhat misanthropic, but you're not willing to write off the human race (yet!).
There's a few people you like, and even them you like at a distance.
The guest Bishop was +Gayle Harris, Bishop Suffragan of the Diocese of Massachusetts, who it turns out is a good friend of our Rector's from seminary. Her sermon was awesome, and i hope to post a link to it as soon as the parish website is updated with the audio file.
I feel so blessed to be part of this amazing parish.
The past couple of weeks have been more stressful than usual, owing to the lack of definite answer about whether the tumor was benign or malignant. In fact, i had nothing to go on except the comments of the ortho clinic Nurse Practitioner, who had told me several times "cancer causes this kind of tumor".
Luckily today i found out that he didn't know what he was talking about. I have what's called an "enchondroma", which is a benign tumor. The cause of them is not known, but they are very common. So "YAY!" on the tumor being benign.
In two weeks i get my cast off and replaced with a splint. Then, a few weeks later i will be having minor surgery that will involve the placing of freeze-dried cadaver bone tissue (that's how the doctor described it) into the area of bone loss in my little finger. Then i'll be splinted back up while that heals, and my finger should end up better than before. (They can rebuild me - i'll be better, stronger, faster... er, well, at least the bone will be stronger. That's certainly better!)
The first passenger says: “I am Ronaldo, the best football player in the world. The football world needs me. I cannot die on my fans.” He grabs the first parachute and jumps out of the plane.
The second passenger, Hillary Clinton says: “I’m the wife of the former president of the United States. I am a senator from New York and I have a good chance of being President of the United States in the future. My country needs me.” She grabs a parachute and jumps off the plane.
The third passenger, George W. Bush says: “I am the President of the United States of America. I have huge responsibilities to the world. Besides, I am the smartest president in the history of this country and can’t shun the responsibilities to my people by dying.” He grabs a pack and jumps off the plane.
The fourth passenger, Archbishop Desmond Tutu says to the fifth passenger, a young schoolboy: “I am old. I have lived my life as a good person as a priest should and so I shall leave the last parachute to you; you have the rest of your life ahead of you.”
To this the little boy says: "Don’t fret old man. There is a parachute for both of us! The smartest president in the history of America grabbed my schoolbag…”
What's your eschatology?
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|You scored as Moltmannian Eschatology|
Jürgen Moltmann is one of the key eschatological thinkers of the 20th Century. Eschatology is not only about heaven and hell, but God's plan to make all things new. This should spur us on to political and social action in the present.
More waiting & filling out of forms, then finally i'm placed in an exam ward. At the first tech's request i begin to remove the tape holding the splint to my fractured phalange.
In arrives the nurse practitioner, who casually mentions "Do you know you have a tumor?" Hmmmm. No, i think i would remember that if i'd ever been told.
He proceeds to show me the xray of my hand, pointing out the dark patch that's some type of bone tumor, adjacent to the obvious break in my pinkie finger. "That definitely has weakened the bone, leading to the fracture," he says. I can't tell if there's cancer or not from this xray." He then steps away while the cast tech builds a cast on my left hand. When the cast tech presses down directly on the break, holding my finger in an excrutiating position until the cast sets, a few tears escape my closed eyes. i try to remember to BREATHE...calming, deep breaths.
The NP returns, giving me a slip of paper that refers me to the top local Cancer Center. "We'll call them to set up your initial appointment as quickly as possible," he says, "but I want you to call them too." i keep looking around at the ceiling, reminding myself to breathe. "Cancer does cause these tumors," he keeps saying. Does he realize how often he keeps repeating that? i wish he'd just go away. Or bring me some tissues.
The Cancer Center appointment is set for nearly two weeks from now. Prayers are appreciated.