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Dang, I'll bet that itching does drive you crazy. Like laughter, it's catchy.

Sucking on ice chips sounds rather dangerous.

Searched all over the internet for Steph's disco video. Can't find it. Even tried the adult sites.

Thoughts and prayers.

Mark in Clear Lake

Good luck with the pharmacist! There has to be something else...I hope they find it!

Thinking of you always!

alan

We kinda did have a slumber party, and you were the hostess. Among my many prayers for you were that something in that mess would make you smile. Prayers are being answered. I sure wish God would go by our priority list, because as vital as I believe laughing and smiling is, I personally woulda put the mouth sore thing a little higher on the list. But that's just me, and overall, God does a much better job of things than I, so . . . the rest will be answered, too.

Hey, looks like you got well over the 100 comments we were shooting for yesterday! I hope you're feeling even a little better.

I drop in every morning to see how you are doing and then I say a little prayer for you. Today, my prayer is that you find the right pain medication and that your sore throat eases enough for you to eat.

I am so glad for blogging and being able to read posts. I am amazed at how close i can feel to someone I have never met because of their words and thoughts.
I love the new word that you coined "blove" so in your honor I am sending much blove your way.

I am here!
Praying and hugging...
and hoping you feel better all the time.

Good Morning DEBUMA,
Laugh Therapy is part of the healing process.
We have you covered. You have one job and that is
to focus on the new cells taking over and getting
better. You hit a rough patch, but this is going
to pass. I am confident this will soon be a distant
memory. You have the best support team in the world.
God, your family, Monkey Boy, your special guardian
angel, and this huge crowd here. We all wear badges
which say THE QUEEN OF THE UNIVERSE RULES. We are proud and lucky to be part of the DEBUMA team.

Love,
Nikki

Hey Debu! One more day down, one more closer to to goal. I'm sorry the days have been rough, but think how much closer you are to HEALTH and getting your life with Zoe back.

We are all thinking and praying for you. I am sorry I missed joke day, but here is my belated contribution:

There are two baby skunks named IN and OUT. One day mother skunk says to OUT, "Go find your brother IN, please.". So OUT went out and OUT went in and OUT couldn't find IN anywhere. OUT sat and thought a minute, went around and found IN. Mother skunk, pleased, said, "Why OUT, how did you find IN so quickly?" and OUT said,

"Easy, mom, instinct!! (IN stinked.....)

Yeah, booo. Well, YOU try saying it after a couple of beers. It gets much funnier.

Good morning! I'm so glad your feeling it- the good, healing energy.
I'm sorry you're not feeling better. I hope they can give you something different to stop the vomiting.
I understand when something takes the pain away, when it wears off it seems 100x worse.

You're always in our prayers, even when being WACKY!!

Love and hugs to you.

We love you Debuma and we are glad that you smiled.
These comments are here so that when you feel
you need another smile. Poof we are here and you
can read them again and again.

Grace (the little Princess) she likes the pictures
on your wall. And she also asked me "why don't
you have a pretty flower on your page". I told her
we don't have a pretty flower because Deb is the
only Queen of the Universe.

Here's to a better day.

xoxo
Lisabeth

Dear Deb of Delft,
I'm sorry the pain meds aren't working the right way, and i'm glad you're feeling like you can tell us what's really going on. Sending you calm throat vibes and good meds vibes and many, many hugs and prayers.

i told my latest jdate Wonder Mensch about you (i was trying to explain about shoshie and the jokes and it all just got very confusing, but he hung in) and he sends his prayers, too.

xo

HI Deb, the jokes were flippen funny. I'm sorry your not feeling well. the pharmacist should come up with something that doesn't make you feel worse. It doesn't sound pleasent, take a dose of morphnie, itch all over, pass out and wake up in pain. It does not sound like a pleasant cycle.
I hope the day gets better. you can't be the frist person to itch from morphine, i know i do, but i am able to take vicoden when i need to for pain.
i hope they find the cocktail you need!
take care. prayers and peace
nancy

Just checkin' in to say 'HI'! I hope they are getting some things worked out with your meds.

Hugs and love!

Ah, I am sorry you are feelin so shitty. This too shall pass ... better days are to come! Keep kickin arse!

Hey Deb, I've been coming over daily from home when it's late and it still cracks me up that your site's blocked from my work computer but alas, when it's late I have used up my humor tolerating the work life so I'm sadly lacking any jokes. That laughter stuff has got to be good for healing though.

I keep you in mind, keep you in my prayers, think of Zoe and how incredibly excited you and she will be when those stem cells are done kicking cancer's ass for you!!

So, the mouth sores must be a royal pain!! And, if I recall from the many parents who's kiddos have experienced this, they may be moving down into your throat and further. The moms and dads have also mentioned mouthwashes to help with the pain. Some are 'swish & spit' where you get a numbing effect and can eat at least once the numbing takes effect. Another product, Gelclair, is a swallowed product which adheres and coats for a while, I don't know how long. More info at http://www.gelclair.com/ though and it's only by prescription. Cody's onc said he'd be willing to prescribe it when Cody got mouth and throat sores when Cody was going through the high-dose methotrexate phase. Fortunately, Cody's sores didn't last very long and he ended up not needing it. Maybe they can put the morphine into those filmy strips you put on your tongue and only knock out the nerve endings locally... might be a new invention to propose to your pharmacist, eh?

I hope you can feel the large crowd of cyber-folk giving you a very gentle hug so as to reduce giving you more pain.

The Yiddish Yoda Master is boycotting any further
Yiddish words until you can swallow. But I did
give you that bonus word last night. That word
alone should hold you for at least two days.

Look into the Yiddish Yoda Master's Eyes.

Repeat after Me. I DEBUMA CAN DO ALL THINGS.

And you have to learn a HEBREW prayer since
you are coming next year for the URCHINS
BAR/BAT MITZVAH....You and Zoe.

Love,
Shoshie
The Yiddish Yoda Master

My throat is itchy just reading this. YUK! Hope there's something else out there you can take without such crappy side effects.

Hello Deb! Sending you lots of Feel Better Soon Wishes from Australia! You and your family have touched my heart and I really think your showing such amazing courage and thats why you'll survive this!! Good luck mate!

This internet loves you, too Deb. I hope you're feeling better soon. Thinking of you...

I did find a funny, funny story that I hope makes you laugh even it's way long...

The Blue Sapphire Massacre

(The true story from a general contractor’s collection of life-changing stories.)

This toy poodle is wired and high strung and then some. Friendly little critter though. The dog was taught to jump up into your arms. The homeowner comes home and lets the dog into the work site. Zing... Jump.... I step aside [hands are full]....... SPLASH!!! He’d run right into the 5 gallons of Sapphire Blue paint.

Then there is this explosion of dog, paint and general pandemonium. The dog then shifts to warp 12 and starts running every where. Runs into and ricochets off of every thing; over the tops of furniture.... Zooming at break neck speed... Nothing is safe. Lamps, pictures, vases and what ever is on the tables is now finding its way to the floor. The dog even came back through for a reload of paint several times. “So much for the formal dining and living rooms’ major plush carpet.” And we weren't working in either of those rooms.

The homeowner lady tries to catch the dog. She also steps in the paint. At this point, picture the frantic fancy foot work and flaying arms in the effort to stay upright. That wasn't about to happen. Down she goes taking two step ladders with her and adding a gallon of much darker trim blue to the mess with a huge splash. The 8' ladder takes out one of the 4/0 - 7/0 24 light, brand new, French doors installed exactly1 hour earlier. The other ladder goes for one-upmanship and does a number on a zillion-year old lead glass window that I had also just finished installing.

Three rooms trashed. The dog says, “Enough of this!” as he heads upstairs with the freshly dipped-in-paint homeowner right behind it. My helper, the actual painter, sits down in all this mess and she starts to cry. I don't think a room, person or a piece of furniture in that house survived the Blue Sapphire Massacre.

The lady's husband almost has a heart attack from laughing so hard. Later he is found sitting at the kitchen table plastered in paint, LHAO (laughing his ass off) and having a beer.

Stuff like this happens if I get too close to paint. Paint and I just don't along together well. I’ve learned to be gun shy. I wasn't doing any of the painting. I was just in the room. I’d like to say it’s not my fault but it probably is.

When that dog hit the paint I think I recall the sound more of a splat, maybe with some Qs, than a splash. That one-of-a-kind window came all the way from Italy and the care that was taken with it was monumental in its' own right till the ladder decided to leave the room the worst way possible.

Oh, but the woman stepping in the paint. You had to see it. When she stepped in the paint, she started to slide across the room. Her arms and legs where flailing the air so hard they were a blur. She tried to go 15 directions at once. It actually seemed as though she was succeeding. Her feet came out from under her and she almost completes a full back flip. With her toes aimed at the ceiling... Man, did she come down hard.

Her husband is kneeling on the floor LHAO, beet red, holding his side with one hand and using the other to keep his face out of the paint. Later, when I went into the kitchen he told me to finish his beer because the one he tried to drink kept running out of his nose. Then he started to LHAO again and about falls off the chair.

The dog had a blue tint to it for months.

When the ladders did their thing the AW SHIT must’ve had 1200 letters in it. A week later and I'm still having a problem grasping what I saw. After that every time I saw the husband he would bust out laughing till he choked. The he’d mumble something about the dog and paint and laugh all the harder.

I saw him a month later and he's still laughing as he recounts the story.

Moral of the story... Sub the painting.

I think the Queen of the Universe should have
THE GOOD SHIP LOLLIPOP lyrics stuck in her head.

Being the "wench" that I am-and her YIDDISH YODA
MASTER. POOF here they are.

I've thrown away my toys
Even my drum and train.
I wanna make some noise
With real live aeroplanes.

Some day I'm going to fly.
I'll be a pilot too.
And when I do, how would you
Like to be my crew...

On the good ship lollipop.
Its a sweet trip to a candy shop
Where bon-bons play
On the sunny beach of Peppermint Bay.

Lemonade stands everywhere.
Crackerjack bands fill the air.
And there you are
Happy landing on a chocolate bar.

See the sugar bowl do the tootsie roll
With the big bad devils food cake.
If you eat too much ooh ooh
You'll awake with a tummy ache.

On the good ship lollipop
Its a night trip into bed you hop
And dream away
On the good ship lollipop.

Now doesn't that make you feel an itsy bit better?

XOXO

"Mashiga" is the yiddish word I've been told you should say to your mouthsores! Hope it helps. I sleep with a pharmacist every night but he isn't a hospital pharmacist. Hope you find one there to help you out. Until then, you only get my prayers!

Sending you much "blove" and hope that this "bad" stage of your healing will quickly pass. Do you want us to keep on sending you silly stories?

Dear Deb-Queen-of-the-Delft-Universe:

You must banish mouth sores from your kingdom immediately, and command the Murse to relieve your pain in a way that does not make you wake up writhing. You are the absolute ruler and everyone else is merely your obedient servant, eager to please, comfort and entertain you. The mouth sores and the itchiness and the pain are not making the Queen happy, so your loyal subjects shall focus all our energy into making them go away.

Hope you feel better soon.

Some observations:

1. I find it hysterical that your grammar and spelling whilst on a morphine pump are better than the average person not on drugs. WTG!

2. It is amazing to me that doctors figured out that BMTs were good for people. Because certainly the process is no fun. There are a lot of things in life that I am stunned that people thought of doing for the first time. Like waterskiing. I am no good at it, and the first time I did it I ate a face full of water. Whoever thought that was a good idear????

Hang in there sista. You are looking good. And your butt is looking good. And as Fernando says, "It is better to look good than to feel good." Of course, he is full of crap, but at least it is a point of view.

Later!

Eclectic has been elected the official spokesperson
for Deb-Queen-of-the-Delft-Universe. In her role
she will represent all of THE QUEENS loyal subject's.

I AM THE OFFICIAL YIDDISH YODA MASTER AND WILL
REPORT DIRECTLY TO THE PALACE SPOKESPERSON

PRESENTING THE DUCHESS OF DELFT DECLECTIC.

(YO Eclectic-I had to stick a D on yo name it all
has to be in sync here gal pal) It's all about
the name games the SWLF family plays.....

Hi, Deb: blessings and shalom to you! How about another joke from one of my earlier Monday joke posts?

INSTRUCTIONS FOR GIVING YOUR CAT A PILL

1. Pick cat up and cradle it in the crook of your left arm as if holding a baby. Position right forefinger and thumb on either side of cat's mouth and gently apply pressure to cheeks while holding pill in right hand. As cat opens mouth, pop pill into mouth. Allow cat to close mouth and swallow.

2. Retrieve pill from floor and cat from behind sofa. Cradle cat in left arm and repeat process.

3. Retrieve cat from bedroom, and throw soggy pill away. Take new pill from foil wrap, cradle cat in left arm holding rear paws tightly with left hand. Force jaws open and push pill to back of mouth with right forefinger. Hold mouth shut for a count of 10.

4. Retrieve pill from goldfish bowl and cat from top of wardrobe. Call spouse from garden.

5. Kneel on floor with cat wedged firmly between knees, holding front and rear paws. Ignore low growls emitted by cat. Get spouse to hold cat's head firmly with one hand while forcing wooden ruler into mouth. Drop pill down ruler and rub cat's throat vigorously.

6. Retrieve cat from curtain rail, get another pill from foil wrap. Make note to buy new ruler and repair curtains. Carefully sweep shattered figurines from hearth and set to one side for gluing later.

7. Wrap cat in large towel and get spouse to lie on cat with its head just visible from below spouse's armpit. Put pill in end of drinking straw, force cat's mouth open with pencil and blow down drinking straw.

8. Check label to make sure pill not harmful to humans, drink glass of water to take taste away. Apply band-aid to spouse's forearm and remove blood from carpet with cold water and soap.

9. Retrieve cat from neighbor's shed. Get another pill. Place cat in cupboard and close door onto neck to leave head showing. Force mouth open with dessert spoon. Flick pill down throat with elastic band.

10. Fetch screwdriver from garage and put door back on hinges. Apply cold compress to cheek and check records for date of last tetanus shot. Throw T-shirt away and fetch new one from bedroom.

11. Ring fire brigade to retrieve cat from tree across the road. Apologize to neighbor who crashed into fence while swerving to avoid cat. Take last pill from foil wrap.

12. Tie cat's front paws to rear paws with garden twine and bind tightly to leg of dining table. Find heavy duty pruning gloves from shed. Force cat's mouth open with small spanner. Push pill into mouth followed by large piece of fillet steak. Hold head vertically and pour 1/2 pint of water down throat to wash pill down.

13. Get spouse to drive you to emergency room; sit quietly while doctor stitches fingers and forearm and removes pill remnants from right eye. Stop by furniture shop on way home to order new table.

14. Arrange for vet to make a house call.

A South Dakotan sends love and good wishes to an awesome gal. With your kick ass attitude, all of the internet love and positive vibes, and your personal courage you are going to whip this. Every day I check to see how you are doing, and look at the comments and marvel at the outpouring of love and positive feedback. You are a sure winner with so many out there sending their blove over the net.

I'd like everyone posting to mention their home state. Show her the love of the whole country. We are from all over the country, from all situations, but united in our hopes and prayers for her recovery.

Morphine makes me itch too. You must have the beginnings of an allergic reaction to it, thus the benadryl (which also makes you sleepy!) Demerol works for me after they realized that morphine was going to blow me up like a balloon and make me rip my face off, starting with the nose! Having an itchy nose is no fun! I hope they come up with a solution....somethan has to work!

Missed joke day: so here's mine:

This very old woman was celebrating her 114th birthday with her family. They wheel her out into the yard and situate her in front of her very big cake. She leans over to the left in her chair so they put a pillow on that side to keep her upright. She then leans over to the right, and they place another pillow on that side. They then find that she's leaning forward, so they put a pillow in front of her and secure it with a rope to keep her upright. They sing Happy Birthday to her and her oldest great grandchild leans down and asks her, "Granny, how are you doing?" She says, "I'm doing just fine, but they won't let me fart!"

Potty humor again! But Lauren thought it was very funny....laughed outloud at Natalitas tonight!

Love you, liked the numbing stuff in the mouth idea. Hope you are back to feeling like your DEBUMA self reallly soon!

I've been Duked!!!! Or Duchessed... or knighted... or something! OMG! I'd like to thank the Academy, my outrageous sisters, and most of all, Her Royal Majesty Deb without whom none of this would be possible.

My first official act as Duchess of Delft Declectic is to command that all persons serving Her Royal Majesty Deb shall write to her at least once each day, delivering smiles, hugs, laughter and good wishes.

And if you do, you will make yourself smile too. I promise. And nobility does not make idle promises...

Debuma - I was so hoping to read that you were feeling better today. Sending you lots of 'blove' and praying tomorrow is a better day.
Thinking of you

I have been on both morphine and dilaudin, and they are both wicked nasty. I sure hope you can get off that stuff soon lady.

Here is my joke for you, that my 15 year old told me the other night while grocery shopping..

A blind guy walks into a bar and he says to the bartender, Hey you want to hear the funniest blonde joke ever? A guy sitting next to him taps him on the shoulder and says hey, I think you should know before you tell that joke, the bartender is blonde, and on the other side of you there is a huge blonde guy in workout clothes, and just behind you there are three blonde construction workers who are looking right at you, and they are huge. You still wanna tell that joke?

And the blind guy says, No! I don't feel like having to explain it 5 times.

Thank ya, thank ya very much.