"Max, seven months."

"Max, seven months."

Let's say you've been physically active and disgustingly healthy your entire life. You skipped the annual physical required by your employer in 2011. Human Resources insisted that you have the routine check up a week before Thanksgiving. After your family physician walked through the usual inspections of your body he said, "Wish all my patients were doing as well as you. It's been awhile since you had a blood work up. I'll send an order over to the hospital lab just to be sure we haven't missed anything. Appointments aren't necessary. Please see them after the holiday at your convenience".

Monday after your large family gathering you drive over at 7:30 AM to avoid the hassle of long lines waiting for the phlebotomists. Following Friday, your doctor’s receptionist calls to let you know the results came back and that the doctor wants you to come by Monday or Tuesday to go over the report. Tuesday noon you're told that there may be some abnormalities, which suggest a few more skin and fluid samples need to be taken.

A few days later your physician, uncharacteristically, calls you into his inner office. "Afraid it's not good." Wide eyed in disbelief, "What? What the Hell's wrong?" Doc gets up from behind his executive size, uncluttered desk; walks over; sits beside you; puts his right hand on your shoulder and says, "Cancer trumps". "How long, Jonathan?" "Max, seven months." What if the patient in view is you? How do you tell the children? What would you do?
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Originally posted by Grampy Bobby
[b]"Max, seven months."

Let's say you've been physically active and disgustingly healthy your entire life. You skipped the annual physical required by your employer in 2011. Human Resources insisted that you have the routine check up a week before Thanksgiving. After your family physician walked through the usual inspections of your body he said, ...[text shortened]... tient in view is you? How do you tell the children? What would you do?
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Originally posted by Grampy Bobby
[b]"Max, seven months."

Let's say you've been physically active and disgustingly healthy your entire life. You skipped the annual physical required by your employer in 2011. Human Resources insisted that you have the routine check up a week before Thanksgiving. After your family physician walked through the usual inspections of your body he said, ...[text shortened]... tient in view is you? How do you tell the children? What would you do?
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I have this dream, it keeps repeating, where everything I care about ends up as dust.

So I'm thinking, get religion, so at least its holy dust.

Originally posted by Grampy Bobby
[b]"Max, seven months."

Let's say you've been physically active and disgustingly healthy your entire life. You skipped the annual physical required by your employer in 2011. Human Resources insisted that you have the routine check up a week before Thanksgiving. After your family physician walked through the usual inspections of your body he said, ...[text shortened]... tient in view is you? How do you tell the children? What would you do?
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Originally posted by divegeester
Unless this is really your situation GB (?), shall we try starting the year off on a more cheery note.

Originally posted by divegeester

Unless this is really your situation GB (?), shall we try starting the year off on a more cheery note.

I'd try to play faster in my RedHotPorn remaining games, offering draws to everyone so as to avoid as many sculls as possible. Maybe would kick my boss in his nuts. And tell some people what they deserve to hear. And I'd look for the best pain free clinic - I have always been of the opinion, that a modern man should consider only couple of things important: painfull death and good shoes.

Originally posted by Grampy Bobby
[b]"Max, seven months."

Let's say you've been physically active and disgustingly healthy your entire life. You skipped the annual physical required by your employer in 2011. Human Resources insisted that you have the routine check up a week before Thanksgiving. After your family physician walked through the usual inspections of your body he said, ...[text shortened]... tient in view is you? How do you tell the children? What would you do?
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The post that was quoted here has been removed

Originally posted by Grampy Bobby
"What? What the Hell's wrong?" Doc gets up from behind his executive size, uncluttered desk; walks over; sits beside you; puts his right hand on your shoulder and says, "Cancer trumps". "How long, Jonathan?"

Originally posted by Grampy Bobby
Within a purposeful and frequently examined life, harsh objecivity and acid realism rule the day. Timid approaches and glib attitudes serve no ultimate

purpose worth achieving. Friends and family suffer by association. Sugar pleases the palette of the young but responsiblity craves vinegar and clove.

Edit: As with births and wedd ...[text shortened]... ome preparation's required. The foolish and flippant despise the prudent and somewhat wise.
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Get a boatload of weed and wait it out. Dying is easy, living is the hard part.