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I am a lurker. I guess I just want to chime in to say how in awe of you i am, and how much hope and cheer i hold for you. thinking of you.

And I do feel like I deserve it because I wanted it so much.

I copied right out of your post-your words.

REPEAT AFTER ME.

YOU DO NOT DESERVE THIS. I don't ever want you
to think or say those words again.

Don't mess with a JEWISH MOTHER.

Love,
Shoshie
1. Your Yiddish Yoda Master
2. Your surrogate Jewish Mother
(yes we can go on Maury or Jerry Springer)

Oy-I hope your Real Mother doesn't read this,
she won't let you near me.

First I give you my husband, now I am your
"surrogate Jewish Mother".

Bwahahahaha
Shoshie

Dang. I think I am in love with Shoshie.

Girl, you have went through worse. Lean on us and we will take you through to the other side. At least the other side of town so I can buy you a margarita and watch you scarf some nachos. Cafe Adobe, here we come.

And when are we gonna get to go camping again? Ask that hairy legged doctor of yours when you can go. Zoe loves it as much as you do. Stand tall, girlfriend. Women like us do not come around very often. Guys will be flocking to your door and basking in your glow when this is done. Tons of them. Flocking.

I know my post is bouncing from one subject to another (that is what you get from a Mom who has spent her evening chasing kids around) but know I love you more than sushi.

And you know how I love sushi.

Ok Look. In the first place, anybody who holds the title "Debuma, Queen of the Delfts" will NEVER be normal! Sometimes you're the windshield and sometimes you're the bug. You are a wonderful Mom and I hope Zoe will always know how lucky she is to have a Mom like you. You will get through this, we will help. So hold your head up high and shake a tail feather girl!
We love ya, your majesty.
Cami

It's going to be ok, debuma.
xo

I think Deb what might be saying is not that she deserves to be treated badly or to have this come her way. She's just owning the choice she had and made.

From my own experience I know that when someone else makes a choice for you to take something from you that you really trusted in and relied on, the shock of the betrayal is AWFUL. One of the worst parts is that they have control in some way. You can't choose for yourself as they have made the choice. It's painful beyond words. I have found that to own some of that pain by saying hey I'M the one who let you have this part of me. I take responsibility personally for letting you hold my dreams and my heart. Yeah you might have smashed that to pieces and you may never know what a fool you are and how much you've lost, but hey, I own the fact that I let you have all of me. I accept that I thought I could trust you with myself and my dreams and you don't have all the power here. I risked big and it was my risk and if it was a foolish risk it was still my risk and so therefore it has to be - my result. In some way, that's a whole lot better than when someone walks over you and takes what is yours without ANY choice on your part or any way you could say no thanks. THAT is what the cancer did to Deb, and all the others.

And that SUCKS!!!

When Mr. Eclectic heard that Sam was volunteering, he was disappointed. He wanted to be the first volunteer! Lucky, lucky Sam! Although, if my sister Shoshie has become your Jewish mother, then technically she is now Sam's MIL.

HA!

Oh Shoshie, now what have you gotten yourself into?!

love,
The Duchess

I tried to call today, but I only got the voicemail. Bummer. But I mainly just wanted to give you some love and let you know that no matter what, you are not alone. You can overcome anything. I know your strength; I believe in it.

Hello, Thinking of you this morning, hoping your sleeping peacefully and healing in your sleep and will awake today feeling less disalusioned with the world.Sending healing thoughts to you.Love.

I don't know what to say
or what to do
to make things better;

but I can't help caring
and wanting to!

Thinking of you...

alan

Hi Deb
I'm glad your sounding a bit better. Crushed feeling take time, you need to take all the time you need to heal.
I love Cami quote"sometimes your the windshield and sometime your the bug"..it so true.
Watch out, now you have two mothers to watch over you. And both will probably kick butt if anyone else tries to hurt you. I would not want to be the person who tries.
I hope you have a great day and I hope SATURDAY is a bright sunny day for you. I'll be thinking of you and your baby girl.
Peace and Prayers
Nancy

woke up thinking of you, deb. thinking about tomorrow and your freedom from that hospital room. thinking about the bright and beautiful zoe. wishing i had decided to live in houston with the rest of my family so i could bring you stuff when you get sprung. i hope you're feeling the tiniest bit stronger in your heart today.

it's good to hear you sounding so strong...
YOU ARE DOING THIS.

and I am here next to you.

Oh my Deb if Shoshie has taken on the role of
your "cyber Mother", you will be in good hands.

You can do this, and you will do this. You
are UMA.

I hate that someone broke your heart. You have
such a big, giving heart, shame on them.

We have seen a glimpse of how you love. The
fact that they got to experience your love was
a gift. Their punishment will be never feeling
real love again.

I pray that your are "sprung" from the castle
on Saturday. Moving from one estate to another.

Try and have a good day. You are one day away
(hopefully) from walking outside, smelling the
air. Seeing non-medical faces. Smiles on faces,
and your own bed. Big things on the horizon
for you.

Love,
Nikki

you just don't deserve it!

and one day, not too far away, you'll be boring! :) okay?!

xoxo

Deb, I am so SO sorry... hugs to you, dearie. You'll make it through this. I know you're stronger than this. You are.

Love you. Take care.

Well holy buckets! All this husband swapping and mother switching reminds me of a song by Willie Nelson called "I Am My Own Grandpa"! Read on Queen Uma! Oh and by the way...MWAH!

I AM MY OWN GRANDPA

Many many years ago when I was twenty three,
I got married to a widow who was pretty as could be.
This widow had a grown-up daughter
Who had hair of red.
My father fell in love with her,
And soon the two were wed.
This made my dad my son-in-law
And changed my very life.
My daughter was my mother,
For she was my father's wife.

To complicate the matters worse,
Although it brought me joy,
I soon became the father
Of a bouncing baby boy.

My little baby then became
A brother-in-law to dad.
And so became my uncle,
Though it made me very sad.

For if he was my uncle,
Then that also made him brother
To the widow's grown-up daughter
Who, of course, was my step-mother.

Father's wife then had a son,
Who kept them on the run.
And he became my grandson,
For he was my daughter's son.

My wife is now my mother's mother
And it makes me blue.
Because, although she is my wife,
She's my grandmother, too.

If my wife is my grandmother,
Then I am her grandchild.
And every time I think of it,
It simply drives me wild.

For now I have become
The strangest case you ever saw.
As the husband of my grandmother,
I am my own grandpa!

Well, as long as we are gonna do Willie Nelson lyrics, here goes:

Cowboys Are Frequently Secretly Fond of Each Other

There’s many a strange impulse out on the plains of West Texas;
There’s many a young boy who feels things he don’t comprehend.
Well small town don't like it when somebody falls between sexes,
No, small town don't like it when a cowboy has feelings for men.

Well I believe in my soul that inside every man there’s a feminine,
And inside every lady there’s a deep manly voice loud and clear.
Well, a cowboy may brag about things that he does with his women,
But the ones who brag loudest are the ones that are most likely queer.

Cowboys are frequently secretly fond of each other —
What did you think those saddles and boots was about?
There’s many a cowboy who don’t understand the way that he feels towards his
brother,
Inside every cowboy there's a lady who'd love to slip out.

Ten men for each woman was the rule way back when on the prairie,
And somehow those cowboys must have kept themselves warm late at night.
Cowboys are famous for getting riled up about fairies,
But I’ll tell you the reason a big strong man gets so uptight:

Cowboys are frequently secretly fond of each other —
That’s why they wear leather, and Levi's and belts buckled tight.
There’s many a cowboy who don’t understand the way that he feels towards his
brother;
There’s many a cowboy who’s more like a lady at night.

Well there's always somebody who says what the others just whisper,
And mostly that someone's the first one to get shot down dead:
When you talk to a cowboy don't treat him like he was a sister
Don't mess with the lady that's sleepin' in each cowboy's head.

Cowboys are frequently secretly fond of each other —
Even though they take speed and drive pickups and shoot their big guns;
There’s many a cowboy who don’t understand the way that he feels towards his
brother;
There's many a cowboy who keeps quiet about things he's done.

I just think this is classic.

These are heartbreak-healing words. Bring on the boring. It'll happen. And unlike some of us who sometimes wonder about ourselves "what's up with that, when did that happen?" you'll just smile.

Love and hugs to you and Zoe. Wishing the best for you for tomorrow, and hope to soon be reading your first post from your new digs.

Deb,

I know how you feel. I have pain in my heart like you. 7 year of being together with my husban and marrie 3 1/2 he now tells me that he is living. He broke my heart and he is going to break the heart of my two little stars. But, I know I can do it. I have to think like you. You are strong and wonderful.

xoxo,

Loryss

Ooooh, watch out for Shoshie!!

YOU CAN DO THIS! You will be a normal, boring mother again. I know it.

Well you know I love to sing. This is no Wille
Nelson. But I think this is a great song for
the QUEEN.

The sun'll come out tomorrow...

Tomorrow
[from: Musical - "Annie the Orphan"]

The sun'll come out
Tomorrow
Bet your bottom dollar
That tomorrow
There'll be sun!

Just thinkin' about
Tomorrow
Clears away the cobwebs,
And the sorrow
'Til there's none!

When I'm stuck a day
That's gray,
And lonely,
I just stick out my chin
And Grin,
And Say,
Oh

The sun'll come out
Tomorrow
So ya gotta hang on
'Til tomorrow
Come what may

Tomorrow!
Tomorrow!
I love ya
Tomorrow!

You're always
A day
A way!

Mwah,
Shoshie

Checking on ya, and letting you know you are doing it!!
No matter what you feel, your feelings are valid and we are here to support you.

Love,
Dawn

Sis#1 that was bloody hilarious! Thank you for bringing this gem of a song to my notice :)

I ditto the comment that Sis #1 brought a fine
song to our attention.

Deb, please know we are behind you. And I am
very sorry you have been hurt.

I anxiously await the heading which reads
"The Qeen is leaving the Castle"

Love and Kisses
Lisabeth

I have no songs to contribute here, but I want you to know that when you're all through with the mourning, with the anger, with the questions, and the crying and the ranting and the raving....I'm standing over here in the corner with the tissues and the hugs and the encouragement because you have to know....you're going to get through this. Now, here's your tish and blow your nose, cause you have much more important things to do with your life than waste any more time on something that's making you feel this bad.....you've got about a day and a half now.....when you're done with this, you let me know, and we'll get you all prettied up for the next stage of your life. Now here's another tish.....

Love you,
Denise

Deb -

I am just coming by for two reasons...one....to wish you the Egel Nest best as always..and two...to tell you that you inspired me in part to share my health problems with my readers...I finally wrote about it today for the first time...

It was a big step for me...and I hope it is received well..

Thanks...and you don't know how much I have lived vicariously through your strength for some time now!

Bradley
The Egel Nest

I'm so sorry this happened you to and that your heart was broken. You can do this. I believe in you.

Still reading you, thinking of you, praying for you, hoping and dreaming, and in awe of you and your strength.

Yes, you can do this.

It's just a reg'lar ol' song-fest over here today! Too bad I lost my grandad's ukelele awhile back. Or maybe that's for the best, whichever.

Do you know yet? Is tomorrow the day?? I'm so excited -- I'm planning to dress up fancy just in case!

I believe in you....

minerva

just checking in, deb, and letting you know that i'm thinking about you. xo kristin

Queen,
Have they drawn up the discharge papers-or do
you have to wait until the AM when they round?

Love,
Nikki

I hope all is going well and your going to be in your own place tomorrow. How wonderful to relax, enjoy your own space, and not be prodded all the time!

You have a good nights sleep dear Queen!

Love,

Dawn

Yooooohooooooooooooooooooo
Did the doctor's give you the pass out of the
Ritz yet?

XOXO
Shoshie

Yo,
I forgot-my agents have called Jerry Springer.
We our going to be on the show in MAY.

I have to figure all this out before we can go.
You know like I am your "Jewish Mama". I gave
you my husband (you owe me a $2.50) As Eclectic
said that would make me Sams MIL. I so don't want
to be the MIL, but it is what it is I suppose.

Usually people beat on each other on that show.
DO NOT PUNCH ME, or PULL MY HAIR.

It's OK to throw chairs.

Bwahahahahaha
Shoshie

Deb
i hope your out of lock down.
nancy

Jerry Springer, eh? Alright!! I wanna throw some chairs, too. Any chance you need a Duchess to spice up the story? Let me know. Oh, and Queen? Are you headed for your new palace today??

Deb - NO one ever deserves to be hurt by another. It sounds so cliche but it truly is *his* loss if the situation is what I'm assuming from your posts. I hope you are getting sprung out of there today and that you will be comfy in your new digs and too busy with continuing to kick cancers ass to be sad too much longer.
I'm thinking of you and praying for only sunny days ahead . . .