
Think of our little circle here at mindsay
Good post and good reminder. We need some backyard radicals about now.
Obama has worked with the people that are being affected most by our screwy economy and shitty political actions, so he knows what they're feeling. He knows what its like to be in down-on-your-luck kind of position because he's worked it before, he's witnessed it first hand. And I think people really need to look deeper into this than just let it roll off their shoulder and snicker at it, like, "Ugh, community organizer, puh-lease." And I'll betcha 100 pesos that all these people who mock community organizers, people who actually work with the people, wouldn't and aren't doing a damn thing for their own communities or the people in their own towns that need this kind of dedicated help.
Thank you dear, for your very timely and wonderful card that came in the mail yesterday and I received it when we got home last night. Here's my post to Shade that I copied and added some things: (about yesterday) -
It was really frustrating. We went with expectations (I should know better) and they were not at all met.
UCSF is a HUGE bureaucracy and some of it was easy to get through - other parts very difficult. There were highs and lows. The bottom line is we are no closer to any answers except to know that yes, he is a candidate for surgery, if that is what he should choose. But we have no further appointments yet and who knows when they will schedule it. We had some dreadful news too - like he could have been walking around with this for 5 years (the PSA showed that) and our family doctor didn't send him for tests then.
There were positive things too. We tried to make it an outing, so that it wasn't all negative. We had been planning to have lunch at our favorite Russian restaurant in the City; however, we found out that my spouse couldn't have anything to eat for 4 hours prior to the CT scan. So after the CT scan but before the urological appointment, we found a meditation garden in the women's hospital across the street, and had our bag lunch. And on the way home when the traffic was horrendous out of SF, we drove through our old stomping grounds. We used to live in a community called Fairfax in Marin County. Still very alternative and we had dinner at an Indian restaurant there. Very life affirming for us.
I'm trying to think of other things that happened. The doctor didn't speak English as his first language and we couldn't understand half of what he said. And the rest was non-committal. He just said B could do whatever he chose. The good news in that is that he is indeed a candidate for surgery. However, he was telling us, I hope, statistics for the regular surgery and not the DaVinci laparascopic robotic kind, cause B had to even correct him about his percentages and then he went online and found out that B was more accurate than he was!!!! I'll call you and tell your more when I get a moment - most likely Tuesday. Anyway, we were not knocked out with this guy and he's our first contact there at UCSF and who we will now need to go through. Damn...Love you.
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