What's in a name....

I couldn't sneak him a Scotch.... I couldn't even sneak him a beer.
I KNOW he could've used both! That's just how Fred rolls.

The word is Cancer.

After having over 1 1/2 litres of fluids drained out of both lungs, the "C" word reared it's ugly head once again. Fred's in a bad way.

Your thoughts and prayers have not gone un-noticed, or un-appreciated. I've shared every single note you've sent with Fred and in typical Fred fashion he asked,
"Who the hell would read anything you'd be able to put down in words?"

;o)

Tuesday or Wednesday, one of them will be a big day. His heart is as strong as his will, can't buck those odds going in. At least I'm not ready to do so yet! But Cancer requires attention. One of the next two days will be the day that happens.

Good luck Fred.

Thanks to those of you that have done nothing but everything I would try to do for each of you. The love is over whelming. I've shared it all with Fred, and he says thanks! He also asked if you wouldn't mind passing him a few "sympathy chips," the next time you're at the tables together. He looked me in the eyes and said,
"What? It could happen!"

Typical Fred.

Thanks kids! You are the best!

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Good luck Fred!

My sincerest thanks for dropping by....