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YES! YOU CAN DO IT! You are doing it. Morphine is not fun. You have this whole icky cycle goin' on with it, and just yuck.

This is from the last post:

How could I refuse such a wonderful idea!
Licker of the cows sounds much more professional than cow licker. When I do something, I do it professionally.

That.Is.All

" . . . with a whole lotta bitches jumpin' ship . . . " Can you BELIEVE that? If that song can win an Oscar, ANYTHING is possible.

And ALL things are possible for you, no matter how wiggety wack you are just now.

Sweet sleep, sweet dreams to you, Deb.

Rash or no rash, you are strong and beautiful.

WOO HOO THANK YOU DAWN. DEBUMA if that name
doesn't make you laugh "Licker of the Cows".

Giving Dawn the big HIGH 5.

I can't believe that song won either. I must be
really old. Wait I am really OLD 45 see I told
everyone how OLD I AM.

Deb you and your lingo using the word "ick" you
sound so much like "us". As you have seen we have
our own "dialect" we make up all these words all
the time.

But you are doing great even if you are all
wigged out on the morphine. And you WILL SEE
DR. Q I will bet my life on that "GIRLFRIEND".

Sleep with the monkey.

Love,
Shoshie

Yes, I couldnt believe that song won...its not just the dope! You can pull though this!

Da-aayamn, there's no 'ripping skin' allowed by the murse/nurse or any other peasant on the Queen of the Universe, professional certification or not!! That looks like it hurts!

My prayers will be that the morphine will do it's thing and when you awaken for the duration in a few days hence, this will also be healed and you can be comfortable and lucid at the same time. (If it's any consolation, you write better even on drugs than most of the people I work with/for.)

I'm a bit out of da loop with the Oscars. I'm reading about 2003 European Union competition policy. Don't ya wish you had this kind of stimulating reading material? You can! Just ask! Its all yours. Oh, it requires a synopsis returned to me with all the relevant points highlighted. Thankyouverymuch.

Wasn't planning on watching the Oscars till I read this. (In Alaska the show just started.)

OUCH. How did that happen? With each passing day
it's going to get better and better for you.

You are strong, you can do this, you have a special
angel.

Remember you are THE QUEEN OF THE UNIVERSE you have
millions of people to rule.

Love,
Nikki

I, for one, must have a ruler. Could you imagine what would happen if I were to be let loose? Holy COW! I dont even wanna think about that!

For now, i'm off to nite nite. Here's to a wonderful Monday!

Ouch! Skin ripping is not good! Sleep well sweet thing. You can totally do this. MWAH!

Deb,

I come to you via Kami (Mrs. Dallas K) who is friend of mine IRL. This is very hard for me to write because I am afraid I may say the wrong thing. I was so sad after reading your blog right before you entered the hospital and saying goodbye to Zoe. I cried for hours. It could happen to any of us. Wow, what a hero and loving mother. You are both so lucky to have each other.

You are being so optimistic about this whole process--it must make you feel better, although your mouth sores sound terrible. I mean, you cannot swallow, have mouth sores and still make me laugh. It sounds like you are doing well (for the state you are in), and even though it seems at times that Zoe is preoccupied when you talk with her on the phone, just think how lucky you are to have your family to keep care of her, one less stress for you, and more energy to get well.

I also have Type 1 Diabetes and wear a pump. After reading your problems with nurses, doctors, and possibly getting the insulins mixed, it made me very nervous for you. It is such a hard disease to control and then you add steroids, meds, not being able to eat, and it goes all out of wack. I send you big ((((((hugs))))) for being able to fight diabetes as well as cancer. I have found that being in the hospital after having a baby, that nurses tended to let me do my own thing because we know what we need and how our body reacts to stress, etc. Overall, hospital nurses don't know much about diabetes (at least I have found) However, when you are as sick as you are (right now with morphine), you just want someone else to take care of you. I send my special thoughts to you on both. Your endrocine doc should know what to do, and if not, get another. You will finally find one who will get you straightened out. Okay, I am off my soap box for now.

I know you will beat this, you have a wonderful support system, both online and your family. Besides your Zoe is being well taken care of, which relieves some of your stress.

I am thinking of you a lot and my husband has even become involved with your recovery.

We live in Austin and are sending you strong Austin, Texas vibes.

Keep up the positive attitude, your sense of humor will make your healing much easier. Laughter is the best medicine--I believe that.

Also, thank God for Shosie and her family. They crack me up.

Holly

You can do it!

I can't believe all you are going through; seems like something new piles on each day, yet you keep writing, you keep going. I swear I'll never bitch about my life again!

My wife has turned out to be allergic to almost any adhesive on bandaids or anything else for a long time now. When she lost her kidney and had her hip and knee replaced the only thing that didn't blister her was 3M Micropore "paper" tape. I don't know if that might ease your problems or not, but you might ask?

Best of luck, sweetheart! You can do this, you have such a wonderful family, friends, and us out here in the netherworld all pulling for you!

Thinking of you always...

alan

Just checking in this morning, YOUR MAJESTY ;) Wishing you a non-itchy day, and still praying for your comfort and healing.

Good morning. I hope your Monday is better than the weekend.
We woke up to snow. Yea! (not really).

Ever have a Monday with Zoe, where you all wake up late, getting out the door still groggy, and wanna kick yourself? That was today. I think we (parents) all go through that at some point. Or many points.

HA HA HA!!! I'm laughing! I thought I had an appointment at 9, its not until 10!! Oh yea, its gonna be a good day. You're going to have a good day. Feel a good day, think of all the love surrounding you, the special sparkle you bring to Zoe's eyes.

Wow, Susie and I were posting at the exact same time. What are the odds?

hey -
another day toward wellness...
each day is just a step in your fight.

thanks so much for posting, I don't know what I'd do if I didn't know how you are doing.

I am with you.

Good morning, sunshine! You're doing GREAT! Hang in there!

Love you,

Kelli

HELLO HOUSTON aka Queen of the Universe, Queen of Delft, Her Majesty Morphine of Madrid.

It's Monday, the start of a new week. Which means the following those cells are wiggling into your
body. They are taking over, they are marching
around. I wonder if they are singing "It's Hard to
be a Pimp"? Since you did watch the Oscars they
did hear that song.

Tomorrow or maybe later today (sigh) morphine
or not. We are back in class. Can you imagine
how great this is going to be? Yiddish on Morphine
better known as YOM. Not to be confused with
YOM KIPPUR one of our religious holidays. That's
the religious holiday where we have to ask for
forgiveness in preson. If I have pissed you off,
I would have to say OH QUEEN OF THE UNIVERSE
would you forgive me for when I called
and told you that you had won the MISS TEEN USA
PAGENT.

Repeat after me I CAN DO THIS. THE YIDDISH
YODA MASTER SAID SO.

Love,
Shoshie

I'm sending some non-itching vibes your way. I hope that no more of your skin gets ripped off- ouch!
I'm keeping you in my prayers debuma. I know that the cancer is retreating in fear from the onslaught of your bro's mighty awesome cells. They know better than to hang around those guys.

I hope you get some sleep. No sleep is not good for the Queen of Delft.

Susan

I'm starting the day as usual by checking in to see how you are doing, and send along my good thoughts for a restful and healing day. Blessings to you, and the doctors and nursing staff who care for you. Catsy

At long last, I've got the name for the spit sucker.*

Jackson says you should call it The Gadget Machine.

*In case you don't know what this is, it is a tubey thing that you stick in your mouth and suck the excess saliva and other goo out that you can't swallow. Kinda like at the dentist office. It is soooooo sexy and all the cool kids have them.

oh, Shoshie, those cells are totally singing and dancing to that song! "...with the cancer-cell bitches jumpin' ship! . . . " It's a beautiful thang . . . while the newly pimped out cells kick the old bitches out of the 'hood that is DEBUMA . . . OK, maybe this didn't work as well as I'd hoped . . .

You ARE doing this. Prayers that today is better and tomorrow even more so . . .

(((HUGS)))

Queen of the Universe:
You are beautiful, wigged out, whacked out and
scarred out.

Let's call those folks who sang that song and
tell them "It's harder out here for a BMT patient".

I wonder what lyrics they would come up with?

Raising my Grape Juice Glass and giving a toast
to the bravest woman I know.

MWAH
Lisabeth

Today calls for something different. Not Dawn, not stalker Dawn, not Licker of the cows. Something even more fun, more silly, more cell kick ass-y.

YOM! I bet that is going to be a trip! Yiddish on Morphine!! LOL! I took the pill form of morphine for about a week- then went back to vicodin because I was going to start to fly with the morph bit. Really, fly to warm to get out of the snow. I swear I could do it. Thank God I didnt actually try.
Its good your in the hospital, so you dont want to try and spread your wings just yet. Let the cells do their thang, and THEN spread those wings and fly! (without the morphine).
I just thought of a song! It always lifts me up.

By Rebecca St. James, Tedd T & Otto Price

I'm feeling like the eagle that rises
Flies above the earth and its troubles
Oh yes he knows that there are valleys below
But under his wings there's a stronger power

Oh Father- You are my strength
On You I wait upon

Chorus:

You make the road rise up to meet me
You make the sun shine warm upon my face
The wind is at my back and the rain falls soft
God I lift You high- You are my Abba

Running on this road to the finish line
The only road for me is the narrow
Not gonna stop or even look to the side

When I fix my eyes on You Jesus
Oh Father (Abba)- You are my strength
Now more than ever

Chorus
Repeat

He is your strengh, we're all here to support that strength, and encourage the strength He has given to you, and blessed each one of us with just knowing you.

Hmmm, how I got from morphine, to flying to God- i'll never know.

Yiddish on Morphine. All i have to say to that is OY VEH.

i cannot believe that song won, either, but i'm with shoshie (as usual). all those healthy cells are marching around, and dividing and making more healthy cells and carrying around little banners (well, big for them, but little for us) saying WE LOVE OUR NEW HOME INSIDE DEBUMA, QUEEN OF THE UNIVERSE.

hang in there sweetie. xo

Well Girlfriend: While you were watching that Awards program, did you happen to catch a glimpse of your friend's husband sitting next to Juaquin Phoenix when Reese Witherspoon was accepting her Award? Dr. L, that foot doctor, was right there sitting next to him! He and the wife were there as seat place holders! How cool is that....you actually knew, and quite well, someone in the audience (actually TWO someones!) last night! You really are the Queen of the Universe!

It's time to start kickin', Girl! Just start kickin' that c's a all around your room and on down into the hallway, and then keep kickin until that c's completely outta there! And in case you get tired, there's a whole bunch of us right behind you cleaning up after you! Kinda like the scene from Narnia--all of us animals heading toward that c's a!

Love you,
Denise

I can't believe that song won either!! It just goes to show where the values of today's society has gone. That is precisly why we NEED our QUEEN to get better so that you can put a STOP to all this nonsense!! Just try to relax, let those cells do their job and cleanse your body, imagine that the "sucker-straw" is sucking away all the impurities in your body while your new cells grow and transform you into a beautiful, healthy, happy-go-lucky, carefree, butt kicking, Queen of the Universe!! OK now, who's had too much morphine??? I mean it Deb, hang in there, you're doing great. Tell those nurse's to use PAPER TAPE!!!!!

Cami

Here's hoping that the morphine becomes less icky feeling and more how it's supposed to feel. Though I'm sure that YOM will help the morphine work better. Best wishes comin' atcha from the big apple... from all over it seems, actually. You can do it, even if the stupid bandaids don't work the way they're supposed to - the skin is supposed to stay ON your body! Did someone forget to read the instructions?

Hi Deb,

I saw Uma on the Academy awards last night and thought of you. She looked so beautiful. I loved her dress and hair, everything. She's gorgeous, the whole package.
Last week I saw Meg Ryan on Oprah and WTF happened to her lips?? I couldn't help thinking she looked just like a pretty carp when she raises her eyebrows ever so slighly and what's up with that hair? Looked like she'd been sleeping under a bridge and forgot she was on Oprah that day. She did manage to dress in a lovely black dress and shoes but the HAIR!!! Sorry, I just went on a rant there.
I'm sorry your a itchy girl but hang in there, you're still in our hearts and prayers dearie.
((HUGS))
Kathy

Just checkin' in, letting you know i'm thinking of you and praying for you. I'm also heading to the post office this afternoon. Have sister keep a look out!

Ouch, who would ever think that he tape burn would be worse or equal to the radiation burn. What the heck, no more tape. I hope the blisters heal fast and i hope they use a big peice of gauze (4 x 4) over the blister and use very little paper tape, just over the edges or two corners.
I hope the fever is gone and I hope your brothers cells are having a PARTY inside the Queen.
Prayers and Peace
Nancy

I trust there was no ripping off of the skin that should be left on today, hmmm?

Sounds like I missed a thing or two by ignoring the Oscars last night...and for once, I may be sorry I did!

I am not familiar with the song that won (maybe that's a good thing?) but I think the winning song SHOULD HAVE BEEN:

You down with BMT?
Yeah, you know me!

I shall return. And I will bring tassels for my nipples. And I shall dance the dance of I Missed the Oscars. And my tassles, lo, they shall spin in two different directions.

*hugs and snugs*

moo.

Saturday Night Live had a funny skit about Sasha Cohen. Here is the link in case you missed it.
http://s56.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=1...302QFJNXTNQH8J

Just dropped by to leave you a quick note to let you know I'm praying for you.

Boys and Girls it's story time. Here is what we do.
I start the story and the next person that comments
must add to the story....Ya with me....

Here we go.

Once upon a time The Queen of the Universe, Queen
of Delft, got jacked up on morphine. The Yiddish
Yoda Master said "OY VEY". What shall we do she is
itching, and twitching, and the "pimping song" is
running through. (now you carry on)

Shoshie

I think Bucky meant to say, "My tassels, they shall spin LOW in two different directions . . . "

:p

Hey Deb! Just wanted you to know that you were still on our minds and we are praying for ya. I read your blog everyday....you are truely an inspiration! You are going to make it through this just fine. Hang in there girly!
A.

As the song was running through, Queen of the Universe decided to call in all her loyal subjects to have an audience with her. The itching just had to go. A few of her majesty's most trusted and loyal subjects knew what the Queen needed.

Carry on...

You can do it!
:::sending soothing, non-itching vibes your way:::

the Queen needed one of her loyal subjects to
locate the pimp so he could scratch her. Queen's
do not do their own scratching. That would be
"fercockt" (yiddish word-now carry on)

Lisabeth

The royal guards and horses were issued out of the kingdom insearch of a scratcher! Only one very special one would do....and the Queen's only commands were....Monkey Boy......(carry on)

The royal guards searched and searched. They finally found him, the infamous Monkey Boy! As soon as he heard the Queen needed scratched, he hopped on his royal steed to get the scratching done.

As he entered the Queen's thrown room, what he saw was not what he expected. The sight of her royal hineass took his breath away. So very beautiful, in her delicate, flowing gown....carry on

which had been hand sewn by the dwarfs in Delft
the other land The queen reigns over. The gown
was so tiny it barely covery her arse. It has been made for another dwarf (carry on)

Rachel

(SHOSHIE STOP WITH THE YIDDISH IN THE STORY)

oops I yelled at the wrong sister. That was
Lisabeth (SO SOWWWWWY SHOSHIE)

Rachel

I'm not sure what version of the Oscars other people were watching, but when I saw the stage performance of that song on the show, it was "witches" who were jumping ship.

I was having a hard time trying to figure out why the witches were on the ship with the pimp in the first place. Poor pimp, stuck on a ship with witches. Of course his life is hard. What do you expect?

Even with her most delicate area exposed, Monkey Boy had a difficult time looking past her beautiful face. There she lay, sleeping fitfully, her long lashes fluttering because of the itching. (carry on)

Yes, you're right, you *can* do this.

but the Queen would not start "bitchin" for she
has the strength of a million people and Monkey
Boy was amazed and rendered speechless for in walked
(carry on)

Nikki

OH SNAP, Susie-Pie!