You're welcome. To further explain, Spike has had eight heart attacks. He is a contractor and he could build a house all by himself if need be. There isn't anything he can't fix or do. But because of his heart, I never ask him to fix anything. I tell him what I would like to have. He hears me, and in his own time, when he feels like it, he will take care of it for me. When I moved in, the shower head was way up by the ceiling and had the habit of turning toward the wall when you turned the water on. I mentioned that I would love to have a slide bar for the shower head. I also mentioned that every time I had to step out of the tub, I was so afraid of falling. I really needed a grab bar right there. Within two weeks I had both.
The Pirate was a carpet installer and floor man for 20 years. His knees were shot from "kicking in" the carpet. The pain became so bad that he started to take heroin to manage the pain. He was self employed and he had no health insurance. Since then, he has kicked it several times, but the edge is always there. I have always expected to get "that phone call" every parent dreads. Today he is very high strung from the drugs. So there are days when you feel like you are walking on egg shells.
My daughter is my first born. She is the one with brain cancer. She saw her oncologist last week and after two years he has stopped her chemo. The tumor is still there. And will stay there. They will do an MRI every three months and keep and eye on it. If it should start to grow again, she will go back on the chemo. The chances of her survival are only 5%.
My last child is Poo. He is the brains of the family. He is a physician assistant and lives in Vermont. Any medical questions, we all run to him. He graduated with two masters degrees in science and has been published several times.
My second daughter was kill in 1997 over the Memorial Day Weekend. That's it. My kids that can and often do drive me crazy.