Oh, gosh... of course I know it's Carolyn that has the brca, and I remember Chris's saga with the pap smears, too. I think I told you one time that I had pap tests that came back a little worse each time for quite awhile, and I felt like I was just waiting to have more parts removed... and then they suddenly went to normal and have stayed that way. If Chuck is determined to beat this thing, then whether or not to call in hospice isn't even a question to be asked right now. Nothing, even prayers and good doctors, are more effective than a fighting spirit, as far as I'm concerned. Your story about the farm reminds me of my dad. He was in a car accident (hit by a drunk driver) and one leg was severely crushed. They were able to cobble him back together with replacement parts, pins, steel plates, etc, but of course, he never took a normal step again. Well, he was an avid gardener...vegetables, that is. (He couldn't understand why I messed around with flowers...can't eat them, so what good are they?) His accident was mid-February, and he was in the hospital for weeks... got home at planting time. He couldn't stoop or bend, but he could hobble. So he had a friend till for him, and he took his little crippled self down to the garden with a length of steel pipe that he used as a cane, and then he would drop seeds down the pipe so he could do his planting. Putting in that garden was probably the hardest thing he had ever done, but it's also probably what kept him putting one foot in front of the other. Determination is a powerful thing! I'm glad to hear Chuck's got it!
Love and hugs...
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