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Cats always deem the most inappropriate times to: clean themselves; take a nap; drop dead things in your presence; wake you up… (add your musings….)
Cats always deem the most inappropriate times to: clean themselves; take a nap; drop dead things in your presence; wake you up… (add your musings….)
Cosmic payback.
Or just be a not-so-nice cat.
And don’t tell me there aren’t those kind of cats. Just because you’re a cat doesn’t mean you can’t also be a jerk.
LeoAutodidact, I left you a response on the previous page. Keep your chin up.
More than likely Twinkie is using this as an excuse to take a breather before putting his next insidious plan in motion!
Rob N… He has quite a list of sins, don’t he?
Pete… I laughed at the Simpson blurb. Yup.
Gramy…. I also posted a comment.
Jon… ha ha… we’ll see where Twink goes from here (ha! Literally!) After a good cleaning, anything is possible. Or as the French say, “Tout est possible!” (too-tay poss eeee bluh).
Brig & Grammy I left him a comment too.
Gramy Pashakitty, Brig, and Eprinc,
My form of the “Big C” is called Multiple Myeloma, and will probably be one of the LAST to be cured. Those of you keeping up with the field are probably aware that the most hopeful, and thus heavily-funded areas of research is in targeting the Cancer cells by reading the protein ‘code’ on the outer surface of the Cancer cells, distinguising them from ‘normal’ cells. This is likely to work very well for MANY Cancers that have the SAME pattern on each of the Cancerous cells in the Tumor. (Lung Cancer, Breast Cancer, etc.) BUT, Multiple Myeloma Tumors, it turns out, have dozens of DIFFERENT constituent cell-lines with Dozens of DIFFERENT protein patterns in each Tumor and cell cluster.
Imagine a firing squad with bulletts marked Fred, Larry, Dave, Tom Dick and Harry. Each of those bullets needs to hit the Guy it’s named for, or else nothing happens. That’s what Multiple Myeloma Therapy is going to have to figure out how to do, targeting INDIVIDUAL Cells, BY NAME. Unlike, say Lung Cancer where they all have the SAME name and can be destroyed by the same kind of Bullet. It’s not looking to be a very realistic expectation that there’ll be much progress beefore my time expires. I’d be glad if there were one, but the chances are NOT good.
I’ve been involved in various Martial and Combat arts since I was 14, I was in the Army at the height of the Cold War when The Warsaw Pact was staging Theatre Nukes in eastern Europe, I’ve been long aquainted with Death and all the various forms it can take, both giving and recieving. There has never been a doubt in my mind that I WOULD die, the only question was when and how. I’d hoped that it would for some worthwhile cause, in some meaningful way. Fortunately I served out my time without ever needing to use my skills, and now the Cancer and related surgery (Spinal Fusion T-4) has lost me many of those hard-won skills. I will never do a spin-kick again, running, jumping and rolling are distant memories, I operate my legs by “marionette strings” and reley on a cane to keep from falling. Frankly when the “Dark Bastard” comes for me I will greet him as an old Friend. Being and Athiest I have no expectations of anything after I close my eyes for the last time, and view THAT as a relief.
But the World WILL go on despite my absence, and I would like to leave something behind so it’s a bit better than I founsd it.
So I’d better get back to work!
Thanks all!
Panel 2 designed by Frank Gorshin.
Leo, believe it or not, I kinda know, at least somewhat, how you must feel. My Dad was a career Marine. He, like you, was a trained military guy… Served in Vietnam… Incredibly intelligent… Math whiz…. (Must’ve frustrated the heck out of him being the math dodo that I was) anyhow, when that found brain cancer, they did surgeries and they took their toll … Which left him with deficits… And the steroids didn’t help… It was hard to watch the cancer deplete him. He faced it with a sense of humor and at times frustration. But he was always brave. You are looking on with that same bravery…. I respect your beliefs and hope that whatever happens, you’ll be smiling and laughing to the end. Because nothing , not even cancer , can take away your joy. Thank you for sharing this with us. Hugs to you….
Ep… Thank you also for sharing.
It’s how cats think.