Well...

What should I do? Writing in my blog helps me share my feelings. But... I think it's time to close it down. I appreciate everyone who reads my blog but - nobody leaves comments. I think I will start a journal and eventually write a book about our unbelievable experience - and how the VA Medical "Specialists", change medical records, smile and tell a veteran that he is in good shape- 14 days before he died even tho the specialist smiled and ignored my letter telling him my husband is dying and should have known that his stomach was huge because his liver was so full of tumors that he wasnt able to eat for weeks. He couldnt walk-because his spine and hips were broke because the tumors were everywhere. Dens pain was so unbelievabley beyond imagination, he couldn't walk to the bathroom. I finally called 911 and when the ER doctor took one look at Den he told him: your dying, I am sure you have cancer and it has spread thru your intire body. I didnt know until I got him to a real hospital. And 4 VA specialists were... what? They knew. They threw my husband away. The hospital records were altered, so many lies, so, so, so many things deleated. 4 specialists, and a primary doctor saw my husband go from a healthy man - ignored the lump on his neck- (called it a sebaceous cyst), and in a 3 month period, Den went from good health - then died from Non-hodgkins Lymphoma. The lump in his neck was suppose to be biopsied the day after he died. His cancer is the most rapidly spreading cancer-but the most treatable. The real doctors at Carolina Medical Center told us: if he went to the doctor 3 months ago he would have been cured. We told that dr that he did go to the dr for the lump on his neck 3 months ago and 4 specialists told us it was a cyst and they watched him die-they let him die and I tried to get an attorney to represent me in a wrongful death suit- the attorney prepared me. Dens records were altered, many items deleated. PAINFUL LIES!!! One doctor wrote that Den was "obese", that was 15 days before he died and had lost 60 pounds and the damn Liver Specialist that wrote that knew that Dens stomach was huge and needed a low calorie diet. Den couldn't walk or get out of his wheelchair at this point. The dr didn't tell us Den needed a diet. He told us Den was fine. The liver doctor had to know that Dens stomach was so swollen because it was his liver that should be the size of your fist and his was the size of a 8 month pregnant lady-it was his liver tumors. I'm done. I will stop blogging for now and maybe forever

It's almost my birthday

In 2 hours it will be my birthday. It's not a big deal to me. My fabulous bonus daughter Jenn, started sending her birthday wishes and love to me tonight. My daughter Nicole, the second oldest also remembered. I kinda gave my 17 yr old twins a few hints so they wouldn't feel bad if they forgot. It's honestly not a big deal if everybody I work with and all of my neighbors don't remember. Eventually. Maybe

Hello-Welcome to Terrible Tuesday

Tuesdays suck.

My heart is hurting for the 4 Americans that were on the dream of a lifetime-yachting around the world sharing love and bibles. They were high jacked by Somalia pirates - sadly they accidentally sailed into their dangerous waters and they were murdered. Why? Why did they murder innocent, good people? Why? Why?

Happy Miserable Monday

I had a marvelous, (not), miserable Monday. I had a coughing spell and threw up in my waste basket. My boss walked by and witnessed my, (issue), and did the same. Except she didn't have a waste basket. I didn't see her the rest of the day. I shouldn't get in trouble for that. Right?

If your extremely loud fire alarm goes off at work and you work on the 3rd floor and you adorable blond boss who is a ***yer, tells you it's OK. It smells like the furnace, don't worry about it. Then when the firefighters show up with all their gear on and holding their big axes? ratches? big things that can tear a door down - when they walk into your office and point to the ear piercing fire alarm and point to you and say: do you know why that alarm is going off? DO NOT SAY: YOU DON'T KNOW EITHER? Some people are not very nice. I told him my boss said it was probably the furnace. He looked kinda mad or something. So I gathered my belongings, went into the hall, pressed the elevator button and there was actually an explosion in my building that day. It wasn't a fire, it was the furnace that was making the smell. The explosion happened when the mean firefighter saw me on the elevator as the door was closing. Why are some people so mean?

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Missing Den. I can't believe hes gone. I need him. I don't understand. I just don't know why he's not here. I am so mad at myself-why didn't I do something sooner? I can't believe hes gone.

His friends and my friends were very supportive for 2 weeks. Including my entire family-except for Jenn, my bonus daughter. No phone calls, no e-mails, no text messages. Nothing. I really can't blame them. They never lost their spouse. But a text message one a month would be nice. Den's oldest daughter from a previous marriage is my rock.

This is my life now.

I love my childen

I feel so blessed to have 3 wonderful children. My oldest is my bonus daughter Jenn. She is in her 30's. Next, I gave birth to my daughter Nicole, she is 22 yrs old and engaged to Runderful Ryan. (remember the turkey crashed thru his car windshield)? He is a great man. They live in sin together in a nice house that Ryan bought.

My twin boys, Nick and Alex will be 18 in June. I can't believe they are that old! I think I am doing a good job being their mother and father since their dad died. There have been a few "bumps" in the road this past year but nothing too serious. They are both out of...

To be continued..............

My baby...

I would like to introduce everyone to my baby girl. Her name is Minnie. She is a teacup chihuahua. I adopted her a month after Denny died. He hated little dogs.

She rescued me. I rescued my dog Shyann from a horrible shelter, but Minnie rescued me! She has brought so much joy to my life! She was 1/2 pound when I bought her. Yes, I bought her...

And no, she was not on sale! She was expensive and worth every penny. She has amazing hearing! I love her sooo much! Not only is Minnie gifted with excellent hearing but she also has an amazingly long tongue! I am used to wearing nose plugs now!

I would love to hear some feedback! I enjoy writing my blog but if nobody comments then I guess nobody cares if I stop my blog.

I am looking for some new rats. I don't know if I mentioned that Popeye- (my one eyed rat) and Horehay passed away a year ago. My daughter told me I can get a couple little rats from Russia at a pet store one hour away. I'm thinking about it. I miss my rats. They are awesome pets. They are not sewer rats! My rats were taken to the vet several times to have their top teeth trimmed so they could close their mouth.

Frienemies

The definition of a "Frienemies": a friend that gets trashed and sends mean drunken text messages that accuse the recipient of: wHWY re MILE bbbEYii lpEH. Humm... makes you wonder if that person is bi-polar or maybe has multiple personalities. Or just really drunk. What do you think?

Yippie!

I'm back! Thanks to my nephew for fixing my computer! I have soooo much to share and I don't know where to begin.

I will resume my contests.

I have new topics:

The stupidest fax: Please let me know if you don't get this fax. (Yup I got it today at work today).

One of my favorite names I processed today at my law firm: Phonginphesough. That is the first name. Enough said.