tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954083667216359005.post7481238411814362161..comments2023-06-30T10:06:35.849-04:00Comments on Ow, my angst: Which Shitty Disease or Disorder Should I Champion? karensomethingorotherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14476544335741075497noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954083667216359005.post-29542114066756714172014-04-12T18:38:27.176-04:002014-04-12T18:38:27.176-04:00Hi karen. Hi melanie i really love the way you peo...Hi karen. Hi melanie i really love the way you people think. Seriously we would really have fun together:DAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01583651339837799289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954083667216359005.post-71529764677118436682014-04-12T18:35:09.242-04:002014-04-12T18:35:09.242-04:00Hmm i get what you people are saying.. But damn i ...Hmm i get what you people are saying.. But damn i just really love the way you present it to usAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01583651339837799289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954083667216359005.post-76810053752663916082014-03-07T07:38:29.534-05:002014-03-07T07:38:29.534-05:00I feel your pain Karen. I never still can't do...I feel your pain Karen. I never still can't do a walk for Parkinson's or whatever fund stuff for it. I prefer not to think about it. It never gets easier does it? Watching our physically strong fathers become as weak as babies. Horrible stuff. The worst was when my husband had to carry my ox of a dad down our staircase one Thanksgiving. I cried like a baby. This was a man who carried a cast iron tub on his back up the stairs of my first home. Both memories flood my mind. <br />I am here for you just like the other cousins sharing the pain.<br />Pam xoxoPamelahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08927138217537614502noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7954083667216359005.post-8113067800614205302014-02-11T20:53:58.212-05:002014-02-11T20:53:58.212-05:00May I share with you? Why the heck can't we ru...May I share with you? Why the heck can't we run or dance or "a-thon" just for being freaking happy? Why do we only get motivated to make money or be active for sickness and disease and look cheerful while we do it, often while wearing pink or yellow or some other colour or flower that I enjoyed far more before it got associated with a disease? This is not logical. And if we lived in a truly humane world, cures would be at the top of all our elected government officials' lists. That's my take on this outstandingly written post about super suckage. I hope you are numb to the world for a while and wake up, um, dare I say...refreshed...?Melaniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06218727738029858422noreply@blogger.com