First let me start off by saying I am very sick myself right now. I have a virus that settled in my nerves (very very painful and no it isn't herpes), and now two weeks in I caught a very bad upper respiritory bronchities. I spent my day in bed as I have been for most of two weeks now with no end in sight (dammit).. Not trying for sympathy points, but this just isn't a good time for this!
My third cousin and I have been best friends for going on 40 years almost. Her dad and mom were GOOD good friends with my parents. Her dad is right now dying of prostate cancer. She called me today, said her dad called her, he had heard from my mom that my dad had had three strokes (he'll be 79 in March). Although he isn't critical, he can't walk, etc., and is completely bedridden.
Now you know and I know that my mom could have called me about his had she wanted to. But she wanted to get that extra dig in by having it filter down as it did.
This religion is so f*cking f*cked.
Well, I'm preaching to the choir.