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Aww... that is so sweet. Zoe, we love your Mom, too. :)

Yippee for no technicolor yawns! :)

Just wait 'til Shoshie starts singing Barry White to you . . . oy vey!

Hmmmm was that phonecall like when Liza and Bart phone Mo's bar in the Simpsons with a stupid name for him to call out ? Cos' if it was I am totally not getting it (?) Maybe I haven't got a very good American accent and am just not saying it right :P

What a lovely picture! Its so nice that you have such a wonderful, supportive family.

I'll be back to check out your postin' fool self shortly!

That Shoshie is a MESS.

That's a great card from Zoe.

Prank calls -- what's this?? We're back in elementary school and nobody told me???! Glad you've had reasons to laugh and smile today, Deb-Uma!

That card from Zoe really got me. You're going to be healthy and with her again so soon.

Hey! Your blog spurred me to donate blood today...for the first time! Aside from the general sense of helpfulness, I got cookies and a hat. Awesome. Plus it was almost like getting to take a nap at work.

sigh, been hanging about, hoping, wishing and worrying over you this stranger I don't really know. You mean alot to my friend Traci and a lot of us were here during Sarah's ordeal as well.
So I feel connected, a shared sisterhood
of well wishes.
My voice joins that choir.
All my best to you.

Yup, i'm back. I'm taking a study break before I throw my book OUT. THE. WINDOW. Really. What a sight that would be. I think Phil may not like a broken window though ::sigh::

Eclectic- can I prank call you? Please?
(defeats the purpose when I ask for permission, huh?)

I hope your evening is full of laughing at all our comments here. Enjoy!

Aww, that card. I have no words.

Just had an idea...I used a tape recorder and made my own book/tapes so when my daughter, Christine, wanted me to read her a book and I was cooking or otherwise not able to read...she could just put the tape in the machine, and go through the book while the tape played or really that I was reading to her. I think she like it. We'll have to ask her but maybe she doesn't remember! Would you like some books along with a tape recorder to read to Zoe??? Just an idea.

Too funny that I'm right behind my own Mom in the comments. *grin* Yes, the tape recorder was a good thing. Although, if the tape recorder isn't a convenient option, maybe you could do them on the computer? (I could hook you up, using the same stuff I do for the podcast. Easy as can be.)

Did you get my e-mail with questions like "what is your room number"? Obviously not one you'll probably answer on the blog-o-fun here, but just wanted to make sure it made it to you.

Although really, that would make it a lot easier for us to prank call you.

Grace is thrilled to see her name on your blog. We have printed this out for her. And she is running
around "screaming she likes bubble-gum". She also
said Oh look Zoe loves her Mom just like I do. :)

We have dropped the price on Shoshie she is now
FREE. Consider this our gift to you. Tell Sis #1
to look for a big fed ex box with a human.

Growing up in our house was fun. Shoshie and Sarah
were "the clowns" Shoshie can and does all sorts
of impersonations. If you get a call and hear
a British accent don't fall for it Deb. She will
tell you she is from passport control or some
nonsense and you are being deported. She can
call me and if I am not paying attention, I will
fall for the impersonation.

I know those mouth sores are pretty icky. We all
hope they go away soon. The Queen of the Universe,
and The Queen of Delft does not do mouth sores.

Love,
Lisabeth and Grace

Does swishing with a mixture of 1 cup water with a few teaspoons of baking soda help your mouth at all? That's what I always use when I have sores inside my mouth, or thrush.

Good luck! We are pulling for you over here in Pennsylvania.

Question: What is the story behind "Queen of Delft"? I understand Queen of the Universe but don't know what Delft is!

Hello Queen of the Universe and Queen of Delft:
Good Luck answering how you came by the name Queen of Delft.

You were a busy poster with all these answers.
I did get the answer I was looking for. I was curious as to the # of bags you had hanging off the
IV pole, not the names of the drugs. You know she
who has the most bags wins the game.

I asked the "scale question" because I know most
patients HATE being woken up at the "crack of
crack" just to hop on a scale. I wanted to be
sure you fell within the norm. :)

Hope you slept well last night, and those mouth
sores are status quo.

Tell Sis 1 we are going to ask you to put a
petition on your site for us all to sign. If
we get a 100 signatures she has to do the
disco video for us. :) Judging by her pose
I think inside that body we have a Tina Turner
screaming to be set free.

Love,
Nikki

Hi Deb :)

The Egel Nest says hi and is thinking of you as always! :)

My wife always laughs at me because I always talk to people who dial the wrong number...and I always talk to tele-marketers too...I just feel bad for them! :)

Bradley
The Egel Nest

Yo Debufans,

Deb's next installment of her journey might be delayed a bit. She had kinda a rough night last night, but family is with her and she is getting some sleep.

Not any sorta complication stuff, but the "normal" stuff that you go through getting a stem cell transplant. Even though it is expected, it still isn't any fun (understatement of the year) and if you want to give out a few more prayers this week, that wouldn't be a bad thing.

Thanks y'all!

Tell Deb we are all praying for her. We know she
will be back posting here very soon. Big hugs
from all of us here at the SWLF casa.

The Queen of the Universe and the Queen of Delft
is on a short intermission. Everybody who reads
crank up the prayers just as you crank up your
music.

Sis #1,

Thank you for the update. Deb remains in my prayers.

Sorry to hear Debu had a bad night. Sending her healing prayers and keeping her in my thoughts.

The same from me. Deb is still in our prayers and thoughts. I hope she's getting some good rest and starts feeling stronger and stronger every day.

Ohhhhh....I'm sorry it was a bad night! All my good energy is on it's way! Peace.

For Mouth Sores: consume a large icee or popsicles PRN. Or gargle with warm salt water (yech but it works).

Debugreat lol

I sent you an email and it sent it back saying unknown email...could you email me your addy folr email.

Thanks for the supportive comments. :)

Deb's email account was accidentally cut off but they are working to fix it.

Try the debuma@earthlink.net account that she set up in the interim.

As an aside, she is going to be channeling the healing power of Jessica Simpson this evening. The one and only movie channel at the hospital is playing The Dukes of Hazzard at 6:15pm. You would think that would constitute medical malpractice.

I believe Jessica Simpson in her Daisy Dukes with
the two brain cells she has will certainly perk
Deb up. If they follow that up with anything
that features Paris Hilton. I think you can
start drawing up the papers for the lawsuit.

The QUEEN OF THE UNIVERSE MAY OWN MD ANDERSON.

Give her a hug from all of us. Tell her as
Lisabeth said Shoshie went from 1.00 to free.

Nikki and the other NUTS

We were sitting around and thought what would
make the Queen of the Universe smile.

http://www.jessicasimpson.com/

And lo and behold we found this. She is singing
for you DEB.

Happy Friday!

Love The SWLF

Healing powers of Jessica Simpson, huh? That could be very, very interesting. Her and Paris together- well, at least you'd get a very good laugh! They could make a show called: stupid is as stupid does!

I so need to admit, I have a Jessica Simpson CD.

I just realized its almost midnight here! Around 9:30 I got on westlaw to do some research. Good thing its free for students ;-) Being the time it is, I hope your sleeping well and having fantastic dreams, and the new cells are working wonders in your body!

Sweet dreams Debuma!

Now that Jessica Simpson is single. I think that
Deb should be on the look out for any cute murses
that she could possible fix her up with. She really
isn't so bad until she starts to talk.

I hope you had a better night. You know dreaming
about when Shoshie comes and lives with you
forever and ever. I read in your Q & A you saved
and had someone come in and clean. Shoshie is the
gal for you she's a great cleaner.

The Queen of the Universe has her own Yiddish
Maid is life good or what.

Love,
Lisabeth

Sorry I have not been here in the last two days.
Little chubs must have known you were vomiting
and she decided to join the party. I was busy
cleaning up technicolor vomit she had eaten
lasagna (GROSS) and we had some on our couch,
the carpet. Why am I telling you this? We meaning
the SWLF crew, we talk about everything, my sisters
have all heard my WHINE, now I am telling you.

HA HA like you care.

MOUTH SORES SUCK. MORPHINE IS GREAT. SHOSHIE
ha ha ha when she comes to visit us. We stay
up half the night yapping our mouths she is
really cwazy, cwazy, cwazy. I am jealous that
Lisabeth is at home with my sister's. (pouty
lips)

Lisabeth is lying to you. Shoshie has a nanny
she doesn't clean, her nanny does all that for
her. Shoshie can cook and she can make you laugh.
She is worth .25 cents.

We pray for you every night at the supper table.

Love and Kisses
Rach (that's what my sisters call me or the Rat)

Now I have to get my children up for school

This comment is BC- before caffeine. If Its crazy, you know that- that damn lawbrat hasent had her coffee yet, and she just dosent make sense!!

I hope you have gotten some rest and feeling better than yesterday. You are always in our prayers, I keep tellin ya, because I dont want you to forget!!
Got it? Good. ;-)

Ok, Regis and something or other is on, they were at a Lakers game, i'm not a big Regis fan, but its ok sometimes.

I'll be back in a bit. I'm going to try to think of some funny things for you.

Love,
Dawn

I am the official list maker bad habit I have.
Here is today's list.

1. Praying that the mouth sores are status quo
or better.
2. Praying the drugs are kicking in and helping.
3. Praying DEBUMA is finding strength in our
prayers and good wishes.
4. Hoping sis 1 does her dance video
5. Praying they have your blood sugars regulated
6. Hoping your IV tower is not going off 24/7
7. Praying for a sunny day for you
8. Hoping you can have some of your Wedding
soup today
9. Hoping you did not see any Paris Hilton
last night on TV and find yourself saying
today..."WOW THATS HOT"
10. Thinking sis #1 is actually working on
her dance video right now.

QUEEN OF THE UNIVERSE YOU RULE.

Love
Nikki

I remember a funny thing to share with you. Its long, and i'm going to copy and paste. It was written by my friend, Laura. Here it is:

The Now-Infamous Pepper Spray Story of Doom

Forgive my delay in posting this tale. I'm afraid that I've been terribly busy sleeping, playing Dragon Warrior III on the Nintendo Emulator, working on my mostly defunct novel, and obsessively checking the Portal for grades. It's a tough life, I know, but someone has to live it. ;) Anyway. Lawbrat (Dawn) had to leave town last week due to a family emergency. She took Brennen with her but left 7-year-old Hunter in Phildo's capable hands. Well, Phil asked Nick and I to babysit Hunter after he got out of school on Wednesday, since Phil had to work until 7:30ish. So we got to be pretend parents for a few hours, and we were glad for the opportunity. (I do love kids.) Let me say, Hunter is an amazing, smart, and adorable little boy. He was polite, well-behaved, and glad to be spending the afternoon with us (even though he told us that all of our movies "suck" and did threaten to shoot me with the ice-scraper in our backseat). All was going well. He played with Socrates (the kitty), learned how to play Battleship with Nick, and even drew us pictures. We decided to have pizza delivered because, you know, it's just easier and I can't cook. So Hunter was chasing Socrates around, and I called Pizza Hut. I was watching Hunter chase the cat around while I ordered pizza, and watched him as he was looking at the stuff on our rolltop desk. I had gone through and child-proofed earlier (hid the scissors, candle lighter, ibuprofen, etc.), so I wasn't terribly concerned. I was, like, three steps away from Hunter. Nick was a few feet from me. I asked Nick what he wanted on his pizza, and he looked at me and told me. And then Hunter let out this blood-curling scream. I spun around, hung up the phone (poor Pizza Hut lady), and Hunter was standing there covering his eyes with his hands and screaming. I'm like, "What happened?" and he just ran to the bathroom, saying they hurt. Nick and I are clueless. I follow him in to the bathroom, and he's just howling and leaning over the sink. Old babysitting instincts set in, so I turn on the faucet and started rinsing out his eyes, having no idea what he could have got himself into in the five seconds I had looked away. And then Nick comes back and says, "Laura, did he spray himself with this?" and holds up my pepper spray. As in, my self-defense designed to temporarily blind fully-grown scary parking lot assailants at night and swell their mucous membranes shut pepper spray. And Nick had found it on the floor beside the desk. (Fast-forwarding: I haven't seen that thing since we moved. It was actually buried under a pile of papers on the desk, and I had no idea it was there. I really didn't leave it laying out in plain sight!) So then I'm like, fuck, I've just blinded Dawn's child. I told Nick to call 911, then backtracked and told him to call poison control, which he did. Hunter freaked out when I said "poison control" and asked if he had poisoned himself. I'm like, "no, no, honey, you're okay, it's just pepper," which I'm sure made tons of sense to him, because who keeps pepper in a little keychain? He moaned that he thought it was a flashlight, and why hadn't I told him not to touch it? (Note: guilt trips work exceptionally well on me. Ask Nick. Ask my mother. Ask anyone.) Poison control told us to rinse his eyes (duh). So I, being childless and slightly slow, thought the best way to accomplish this task was to have him lean backward over the bathtub, which resulted in him doing this pitiful crabwalk sort of thing. I grabbed a glass of water and promptly soaked his sweater. Hunter just gave me a sniffling, pissy look. Okay. Stood him up and told him to lean back over the sink, which was a much better height and far more convenient. Great. Nick hands me another glass of water and starts to say something -- but I'm a step ahead of Nick, quick thinker that I am, and I pour the water over Hunter's face. And, of course, directly up his nose, which was what Nick was warning me not to do. So then the poor kid snorts out the water and, with big puffy red eyes, glares at me with this very angry pout. I think that's when he stopped speaking to me altogether. I suck, okay? Then we were told to have him lay down with a cold washcloth on his eyes for about ten minutes. And, you know, he's seven, so that lasted all of thirty seconds before he was up running around again. If it's not already clear ... I felt so horrible. He's perfectly fine -- the stuff doesn't do any permanent damage, it just hurts like hell and makes you feel like your eyes are on fire, apparently. I didn't start crying until about an hour later, after he was totally fine, and then I just excused myself to the bathroom and had a little nervous breakdown. I know that kids are resilient and that in the grand scheme of things, it's okay, he's perfectly fine ... but my gosh. I felt like worst babysitter ever. Hunter agreed for awhile, I think, but then the pizza came and the love returned. Oh? And poison control called back an hour later to check on him. I said, oh yes, he's fine. And Hunter, being the adorable sweet angel he is, decided to start screaming as loudly as he could to be funny. Took me a minute to explain that over the phone, but that poison control lady was really nice and laughed that this happens all the time (really?). Called Phil and explained it to him, and he laughed -- but later, he also told me with this very serious look and warning tone that I would have to be the one to tell Dawn. No way was he telling her. So them I'm all panicked that Dawn is going to (a) hate me, (b) sue me [damn law students], or (c) never let me watch her kids again. Well, I didn't really think she would do any of those things since Hunter was fine, but I still wasn't really excited to tell her. Fortunately, she laughed. :) Wasn't angry at all. So I've determined that I was ultimately more upset about it than anyone, and it's quite humorous in retrospect. In return, Phil and Dawn babysat Socrates while Nick and I were out of town. They didn't spray him with mace, but they did threaten to keep him. You see, Socrates and Mimi (Phil's kitten) have fallen in kitten-love. After getting over the initial weariness, they apparently became best of friends. I know Socks is lonely now here ... so he will have to have playdates with Miss Mimi in the future. (We also might get another kitten, but we're still in negotiations over that one.) Because for now, clearly, kittens are the only kind of children I can handle. :) peace out.

Ok, I know it was long, but worth it, huh?

Wow, I don't come back for a few days and y'all are bringin' Jessica Simpson to the party? Come on, just because my butt hangs out the bottom of my Daisy Dukes a few more inches than hers does is no reason to go and replace me as the resident slackjaw!

*sigh*

At least you didn't replace me with Gilbert Gottfried or something. That would have really stung.

Yea, its me again. I just got a phone call, and i'm laughing my ass off on this!! (i'm a law student, and I often get calls from them regarding such things- I cant give legal advice because i'm not a lawyer...bla,bla,bla)

Sister: Is it attempted murder to spit on someone?

Me: WTF? How did this come up?

Sis: Mom says its attempted murder to spit on someone. She saw it on t.v., and because the person had AIDS, it was attempted murder. (person doing the spitting)

Me: :laughing my ass off: You've got to be kidding me? You'd have to spit directly into a very open wound, and even then...not likely.

Sis: Mom swears you can give someone AIDS by spitting on them.

Mom: (in the background) Its true, it happened, the person is in jail. I saw it.

Me: Tell her that is insane.

Sis: She wants to know if you know for sure for sure or if its just what you think, and if you can research it.

Me: Tell her she's insane.

Sis: She still says its true, and shes not insane. Channel 6 news told her so.

Me: :rolling eyes; still laughing: INSANE.

Sis: :telling mom: The news lied to you, get over it.

Me: I got nothin', the woman is crazy.

I'm not sure where my mother came from, or how i'm her child. I still keep to the theory that i'm adopted, or switched at birth- shes not a type of mom that would adopt.
I'm going to post this on my site now.

I hope the last 2 comments gave you a bit of a laugh, and that you're feeling a bit better.

P.S. Not gonna stop stalking! Love you!!