We have decided to just go with "Jim's hip is broken" rather than the cancer thing. If we go to the doctor that the orthopedic recommended, it's going to be another, "Well, it's possible.... blah blah blah. You need a pet scan, blah blah blah... And we know that Jim can't do anymore chemo or radiation, so why bother. So, does Jim have bone cancer, who knows?
My wrist is still hurting. And my sink is still clogged. Plumber just left and it will cost 350 buckaroos to fix a pipe for an old 50's bathroom. Makes me sick. Now, I know 350 doesn't take care of pink tile, but a girl can dream.
Going to watch Gomer Pyle.
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