Yup, we're the Boomers alright. And yes things are looking up. Shame Mark had to go through all that. I was lucky, when I got to the ER last Sunday night it was less than ten minutes before I was taken inside and started on a one hour breathing treatment. Then an X-ray, a cat scan, which gave me a panic attack because I was unable to breathe lying flat. An hour later I'm in my room, comfortable and on my way to dreamland. That was at three in the morning. My daughter was exhausted and she had to work at eight am. 

Ross... crap. So sorry to hear.

Can't even begin to imagine what you must be feeling.

I plan on keepin' 'em waitin'. Lol

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Very sorry to hear this Ross. My thoughts are with you. 

Dang Don, leave some room for the rest of us!     

Very sorry about this. I hope your remaining days are as happy and comfortable as your sense of humor indicates they will be. May the road rise up to meet you.

My illnesses can make life miserable at times, but  for the most part I'm not too bad off.  Nothing I have is terminal, Ross, unlike you my poor old mate.  You are a bloke I much admire and respect, especially during the crazy times.  We have sure had some great times together and I hope that we have many, many more as the comic duo of WC.

For now, old mate, be at peace and take care of yourself.

Yeah, I'll do the puckering up orright, in distress or not, them damsels, that is, but you gotta get down all sneaky-like and tie their left and right shoe laces together, otherwise I'll be puckering up to fresh air as they will have already made their getaway.

sorry to hear about your prognosis. don't forget to upload your consciousness to the stardock servers, whether brad wants it or not.

So here's another update on me. Not too shabby a one this time. Starts out kinda morbid though . Lol

On June third went to Chester County for my seventh radiation treatment. turned out to not be such a comfortable one. Had a difficult time of it. My oncologist Dr. Klonski saw me on the fourth for what was to be my eighth and was none too pleased with the way I looked. He ordered his nurse to take me directly to the ER and from the to the Critical Care Unit. I was until Sunday morning at four am when they decided to transfer me to HUP (Hospital at the University of Pennsylvania). It make CCH look like a playpen. HUGE! Went NPO, no food no drink for little more than thirty six hours waiting on another brochoscopy, one that failed at CCH which prompted the transfer. It was thought a stent would work but was quickly ruled out. So a partial solution. Instead of the remaining five radiation treatment one final big push they called it, one high dosage lastting five minutes then that would be the last of them. The rest is medication to insure my breathing and getting regular treatments every four hours with a duoneb, sodium chloride, Lorazepam   to sleep, oxycordone for pain from coughing too much, plus a steady diet if you will of prednizone, the leading culprit behind all this nonsense. All my doctors agreed that it the up and down dosages of the predizone that was causing the issues. Now that I'm back home, five times in the hospital alone this year is five times too many IMO, I now have more or less under control. I got a hospice team now, my daughter who literally went out of her way to do shit plus a better understanding of this whole damn thing. All I know now is that the comfort level is a good del better than it was. I'm home with family and people I love my cats and whose got it better than that. Stayed tuned for more silliness.