Jorge hurry back to us! I need a good argument with someone who has a brain.
I started counting up the members of my family that have passed as a result of this insidious disease. It surprised me to learn it was nearly half. Only thing that made it bearable in retrospect is that it took until they were in their late 80's to ninties before it finished their job. Like my father, he just didn't feel well one day. He was found to have cancer riddled through his whole body to the point the Dr's didn't know how he could breathe let alone be alive and walking. The cancer didn't get him, but the fluids from pnumonia (sp) did. He was 92. Wishing you the stubborness of a Dane. May you drink with the rest under the table into your nineties. Stay fiesty, onery, stubborn, and brave. You have friends as they say, that give a shit about you!