What Every Woman Wants! (No, Seriously!)

On Sat, 3 Jan 2009 15:17:17 -0800 (PST), "
wrote:

Dear Dale,

Congratulations! My hat is off to you an Mrs. Dale. You will be
happy to know there are a number of people who share your feelings....
and at least two who do not :-)

Of those who did not, they felt my remarks were in poor taste. Of
course, they've never had cancer.

Keep up the good work Bob. Some people just got no sense of humor.
Having something eating at your precious bodily parts, or watching
things you use every day start shutting down before your eyes can give
a person a whole new outlook.

On the other hand, I have received several private messages from
cancer survivors THANKING me for the article. Some even asked
permission to re-publish the article in their local cancer support-
group news letter.

So I hope you will understand my public 'thank you' to you, and
'Permission Granted' to them, even though it may not be in keeping
with the 'poor taste' crowd. But then, they never got the point to
begin with :-)

As for the gentleman who wanted to know just what the hell this has to
do with home-built airplanes, the best answer is: virtually
EVERYTHING, since we can't build airplanes and go flying in them when
we are rotting in our graves. Nor when we are wringing our hands as
we moan and mutter..... 'I'm gonna die... I'm gonna die... I'm gonna
die...' because when you get right down to it, ALL of us are gonna
die! The important thing is how we handle the time leading up to that
event.

One of my main goals was to be able to fly again which pushed me
through 3 to 4 months of PT where I'd come out soaking wet from
perspiration. But I made it to over 300# on the leg press and 50 reps
on lat pull downs. There is a bit of asymmetry as the lat on my right
side is as large as my hand, but the one on the left is a quarter that
size. Still the strength is similar. The left side just tires out
sooner.

I never thought I be proud of being able to tie my own shoelaces twice
in my life.

Roger



-R.S.Hoover

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On Jan 2, 9:43*pm, "Dale Scroggins" wrote:


My wife is finishing up her last round of chemo and steroids, and gloats as
she climbs into jeans smaller than she wore in high school.

I went through the routine three times over the last eleven years. *Got to
the point that a belt was totally useless; suspenders (braces, for subjects
of the Queen), overalls, or coveralls kept me decent. *Anything was better
than the hospital gowns.

Now we both eat ice cream whenever we like, put whipping cream in our coffee
and butter in everything else.

Dale