Daily Archives: July 27, 2014

Healing with humour-Weapons of math destruction

Laura P. Schulman, MD, MA:

Thanks to Kat for the reblog on her site. On my mobile, can’t link to her blog…:( but this is sooooo funny for us geeks!

Originally posted on Multi-Me:

At New York’s Kennedy airport today, an individual later discovered to be a public school teacher was arrested trying to board a flight while in possession of a ruler, a protractor, a setsquare, a slide rule, and a calculator.

At a morning press conference, the Attorney general said he believes the man is a member of the notorious al-gebra movement. He is being charged by the FBI with carrying weapons of math instruction.

“Al-gebra is a fearsome cult,” the Attorney general said. “They desire average solutions by means and extremes, and sometimes go off on tangents in a search of absolute value. They use secret code names like “x” and “y” and refer to themselves as “unknowns”, but we have determined they belong to a common denominator of the axis of medieval with coordinates in every country.

“As the Greek philanderer Isosceles used to say, there are 3 sides to…

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What A Difference A Year Makes

I’m sorry if you thought I’d dropped off the face of the earth, Constant Reader, but I’ve been “off the grid” since Friday. Our cable/Internet was out because of a snapped line, and so we’ve been living in the Stone Age for the past couple of days. What a relief to be back online!

What I was writing about at the time of the interruption was the fact that it had been exactly one year since my dear husband, Will, was diagnosed with cancer.

What a difference a year makes. Three hundred and sixty-five days ago, the doctors told us there was basically no hope. That he had, at best, six months to a year with aggressive therapy, and three to six months without. That they were so sorry, and if there was anything they could do for us, they would.

I fully expected to be a widow within a few weeks. He looked so awful and felt even worse, and at one point we called in hospice because he needed a nurse who wasn’t his wife. Then hope came in the form of an urgent call from his oncologist, who told me that if Will had to get pancreatic cancer, he’d gotten the right kind. They had medicine for that which wouldn’t cure him, but could lengthen his life by months or even years by stopping the growth of the tumors and maybe even shrinking them a little.

He’s been on the drugs for nine months now, and not only have the tumors shrunk, he feels better now than he did for some time prior to his diagnosis. He does everything he wants to, rests when he feels the need, and generally enjoys his life. He is no longer grumpy and sour like he was before we knew he was sick; now he realizes that each day is a gift and refuses to be negative. He often meanders through the house whistling or humming…..and he is cheery when he comes to wake me up and bring me coffee in the morning, just like he used to be.

Best of all, we’ve discovered each other all over again, and it’s almost like being newlyweds…..only with the wisdom of people who have been together a very long time and know one another thoroughly. Falling in love again at this age and stage of life is amazing! We can make a trip to the grocery store fun. We act silly and laugh like idiots at each other’s dumb little jokes. And we reminisce about our early life together, raising the kids, making do and doing without, even the times when things weren’t so good between us.

Of course, with time comes a blurring of the edges and the memories of those times don’t seem as awful as they once were. That’s OK. We don’t mind.

Though the shadow of cancer still looms over us, we have both chosen to live in the moment and cherish each day together. Tomorrow isn’t guaranteed to anyone; what good is being afraid all the time?

As someone much wiser than I once said, a life lived in fear is a life half lived. Will refuses to do that. Here’s to life!   


Writings from Bipolar Bandit’s Father Part 1

dad and me I am so very proud of my wife (Bipolar Bandit’s mother) and all she does to keep our family together. I am also proud of the host of this site, my daughter aka Bipolar Bandit.

Michelle (Bipolar Bandit)  is awesome beyond compare. She struggled with more things early in her life than most people see in a lifetime yet she stayed the course, got an education, contributed to society as a teacher and now has a new calling as the host of this site.

As Michelle’s dad,  I know first hand how difficult it is to be a family member and the difficulties that go along with being a parent, spouse, or sibling of someone with a mental illness. Through all the difficulties and with her Mom’s unfailing guidance, I kept reminding myself that this was not the real Michelle. It was her illness and my job was to stay with her and to fight the battles alongside her no matter what it took.

Over the years, we have shared our inner most thoughts about almost everything and I have endured many sleepless night and challenges I never expected. I will never stop loving her and will do my best to support her in the future.

In the end, I know the world would be a much sadder place without Michelle and all those of you who suffer with mental illness. So, whether you have a mental illness or you are in a family who has a mentally ill member (1 in 4 families), please stay the course and be there to support each other no matter what.


Jail break: the ogre’s skulking back!

 (pic from Bhutanobserver.bt – thanks!!) Okay, so as I sit here on a glorious sunny Sunday (haha that’s sort of onomatopoeiac), why then do I feel so tense inside. I’m away with my family, taking a much needed break and … Continue reading