Prayers; thoughts; encouragement
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You guys are awesome. Thanks very much for being on Team Lacoste.
jfz80
Cruisin’
niece is doing well. Sore but recovering
SIL still going through surgeries.
Leg was a mess but repaired for now. Focus is on left arm but challenge is broken elbow and collarbone making it hard to set arm without dislocating one end or the other. Sounds like plan is evolving on the table. And then my brother ran over his phone at hospital so I’m a day or two behind on updates. Thanks.
Happy Thanksgiving Cottonland.
We all have much to be thankful for. Family, Friends, the 2F, direct deposits and Bring A Trailer...
What a year it has been. Remember our brother Lash @77TLCFJ40 who is spending his holiday in Nashville giving cancer the finger.
Love to you all.
We all have much to be thankful for. Family, Friends, the 2F, direct deposits and Bring A Trailer...
What a year it has been. Remember our brother Lash @77TLCFJ40 who is spending his holiday in Nashville giving cancer the finger.
Love to you all.
under_psi
SILVER Star
Hello CottonLand and MUD!
Big chemo was at day -2 (Wednesday) and got my stem cells back on day 0 (Friday). Today (Sunday) is Day 2 or two days post transplant. Feeling decent this morning. I’m on three different meds for the nausea and they are working fairly well so far.
Being in quarantine and 6 hours away from Amanda for 16 days is tough! She is my strength. She is at home cooking and getting things ready for Christmas and my return. I will have a very strict diet when i get out to minimize the chance of any infection.
I sure appreciate all the prayers for healing, strength, and comfort. Please also pray for the Docs, nurses, staff, and 13 other patients on this floor in quarantine all around me.
I still have my hair, but not for long...
Big chemo was at day -2 (Wednesday) and got my stem cells back on day 0 (Friday). Today (Sunday) is Day 2 or two days post transplant. Feeling decent this morning. I’m on three different meds for the nausea and they are working fairly well so far.
Being in quarantine and 6 hours away from Amanda for 16 days is tough! She is my strength. She is at home cooking and getting things ready for Christmas and my return. I will have a very strict diet when i get out to minimize the chance of any infection.
I sure appreciate all the prayers for healing, strength, and comfort. Please also pray for the Docs, nurses, staff, and 13 other patients on this floor in quarantine all around me.
I still have my hair, but not for long...
Bomar
SILVER Star
Awesome Lash.
Thanks for the update and we will keep praying here.
Thanks for the update and we will keep praying here.
The new Lee Majors:
just like the concert t shirt.....off the rack and on the back.
kick some ass, lash.
kick some ass, lash.
Thanks everyone! Your thoughts and prayers are so appreciated.
My numbers bottomed out Friday and took their damn time, but finally ticked slightly up today. I would compare it to your worst-ever hangover with all the pukin and little or no food intake. Add diarrhea, chills, etc. and do it all day every day for four straight days. And it’s many days from being completely over. It’s the cost of getting healthy right now.
Let me please ask and beg you my friends and family... If you do anything that is known to result in cancer, stop NOW. You do not want to go thru this, especially when you’re older. Just STOP. Get help if you need it. And get healthy. You deserve it.
My numbers bottomed out Friday and took their damn time, but finally ticked slightly up today. I would compare it to your worst-ever hangover with all the pukin and little or no food intake. Add diarrhea, chills, etc. and do it all day every day for four straight days. And it’s many days from being completely over. It’s the cost of getting healthy right now.
Let me please ask and beg you my friends and family... If you do anything that is known to result in cancer, stop NOW. You do not want to go thru this, especially when you’re older. Just STOP. Get help if you need it. And get healthy. You deserve it.
Love you Lash
kinda reminds me of the first time I had that "Whole Spread" tamale plate with cheese, chili and fritos from McClard's Bar-B-Q Restaurant Menu | Eat-In, Carry Out BBQ Menu| Hot Springs, AR at Crawl one year. So glad you are feeling better Lash. Love you!
Chris and Jenny’s pop passed last night. Y’all lift the Tolleson’s up.
I’ve been hanging around that house since I was 15, and I’ve always thought of him of a father vs an in-law. He was one of the greatest men I’ve had the honor of being around in my lifetime...right up there with my grandfather. The world lost one hell of a fine man this morning.
Man, I’m so, so sad to hear about this. I didn’t know him, but I heard a lot of great things about him over the years. Prayers and condolences for you, and Chris, and Ginny, and your family.
Prayers and love from the wench and her jynx.
very sorry to hear this sad news, @wct49 and @fountainhead. love and prayers to you and your family.
I have Dad and car stories to tell.
We are a car centric family. Mostly because we have made a living fixing yours but also because Dad and Mom didn't have cars growing up. Mom's first car was a Chevrolet Corvair. I don't know what Dad's first car was. I always remembered him driving a pickup with Firestone painted on the side of it or a big gray Ford LTD II that had been handed down from one of his bosses.
Anyway, My sister Ginny, Mom, Dad and I always liked cars.
1972 Oldsmobile 98. Dad brought this monster home as a surprise for momma. She walked out and told Daddy it looked like a turd. It was long and very brown...
I was always fortunate to have nice cars growing up. Toyota Celica (killed on Williams Road), Datsun 280ZX (lots of bondo, lots of stories) but being the spoiled punk I was I always wanted more. I was maybe 17. I made maybe $3.75 and hour working 25 hours a week. It was my day off from work so I went and picked out a brand new 300zx.
The salesman and I hoped in it and drove it downtown to Pascagoula Street to show it to my Dad. I mean I knew he would take care of it.
This was the mid 80's. There were not a 100 places in the Jackson area to buy tires. 350,000 people mostly drove downtown and made their choice between 3 or 4 places to buy some steel belted radials. Lucky for me and in turn the eager car salesman one of the biggest was my Dad's store. That store was called the "Big Top" It was always busy and the afternoons were the worst. Dad's sales team were not different then as mine today. Promising deadlines that were always hard to make.
In I pulled blocking the bay nearest his glass office with my young eager car salesman in the passenger seat. Cars going to and fro, men sweating and screaming, salesman pulling tires, mechanics bitching because that's what they do. Thirty or more people working together, trying to keep from catching the wrath of my Daddy.
My Dad probably sensed my presence before he saw me because in those days my Polo wearing, pimple faced, cash eating self only caused his blood pressure to spike whenever I tried to enter his orbit. He knew some dumb ass was blocking bay 6 and they needed to get that Malibu backed out and God forbid they back out into this brand new Z car some dumb ass just pulled up in.
I was so excited, this car had a digital dash and t tops and Van Halen sounded awesome coming out of the ten speakers. How did they find places to put 10 speakers! I didn't quite get out of the car before daddy was towering over me.
"What the ^%$# are you doing?" He asked
"I told you about the new 300z. I went and picked this one up to show you." I replied
The salesman not quite sharp enough to realize the gig was up. "Yes sir Mr. Tolleson, Chris's 280ZX will bring top dollar." He might as well been talking to one of the Sphinx of Giza.
"You get this #@$%^&* car back on the hill you silly SOB" he told one of us. We both said yes sir and the Daddy turned on his wing tipped heals and walked back into the shop.
I tell you this story because 8 years later my sister got a sweet little Honda Accord delivered to school the week she got her driver's license. But her heart was set on a convertible. No one had ever had a convertible in the house. Sun roofs and t tops sure. But a convertible????
My sister pinned for a red convertible with custom wheels. She looked every week at the newspaper and one day she found her prey. She went after school, made a deal trading in the Honda and then waited till Daddy got home and explained the deal she had put together and what she needed a check for. She picked up the red Pontiac Sunbird convertible the next day.
I went on to buy more and more cars. My sister drove her convertible and like nearly everyone else that ever buys a convertible never bought another one.
I got so many Dad stories, many involving cars. And I am going to try and share some over the next couple days.
We are a car centric family. Mostly because we have made a living fixing yours but also because Dad and Mom didn't have cars growing up. Mom's first car was a Chevrolet Corvair. I don't know what Dad's first car was. I always remembered him driving a pickup with Firestone painted on the side of it or a big gray Ford LTD II that had been handed down from one of his bosses.
Anyway, My sister Ginny, Mom, Dad and I always liked cars.
1972 Oldsmobile 98. Dad brought this monster home as a surprise for momma. She walked out and told Daddy it looked like a turd. It was long and very brown...
I was always fortunate to have nice cars growing up. Toyota Celica (killed on Williams Road), Datsun 280ZX (lots of bondo, lots of stories) but being the spoiled punk I was I always wanted more. I was maybe 17. I made maybe $3.75 and hour working 25 hours a week. It was my day off from work so I went and picked out a brand new 300zx.
The salesman and I hoped in it and drove it downtown to Pascagoula Street to show it to my Dad. I mean I knew he would take care of it.
This was the mid 80's. There were not a 100 places in the Jackson area to buy tires. 350,000 people mostly drove downtown and made their choice between 3 or 4 places to buy some steel belted radials. Lucky for me and in turn the eager car salesman one of the biggest was my Dad's store. That store was called the "Big Top" It was always busy and the afternoons were the worst. Dad's sales team were not different then as mine today. Promising deadlines that were always hard to make.
In I pulled blocking the bay nearest his glass office with my young eager car salesman in the passenger seat. Cars going to and fro, men sweating and screaming, salesman pulling tires, mechanics bitching because that's what they do. Thirty or more people working together, trying to keep from catching the wrath of my Daddy.
My Dad probably sensed my presence before he saw me because in those days my Polo wearing, pimple faced, cash eating self only caused his blood pressure to spike whenever I tried to enter his orbit. He knew some dumb ass was blocking bay 6 and they needed to get that Malibu backed out and God forbid they back out into this brand new Z car some dumb ass just pulled up in.
I was so excited, this car had a digital dash and t tops and Van Halen sounded awesome coming out of the ten speakers. How did they find places to put 10 speakers! I didn't quite get out of the car before daddy was towering over me.
"What the ^%$# are you doing?" He asked
"I told you about the new 300z. I went and picked this one up to show you." I replied
The salesman not quite sharp enough to realize the gig was up. "Yes sir Mr. Tolleson, Chris's 280ZX will bring top dollar." He might as well been talking to one of the Sphinx of Giza.
"You get this #@$%^&* car back on the hill you silly SOB" he told one of us. We both said yes sir and the Daddy turned on his wing tipped heals and walked back into the shop.
I tell you this story because 8 years later my sister got a sweet little Honda Accord delivered to school the week she got her driver's license. But her heart was set on a convertible. No one had ever had a convertible in the house. Sun roofs and t tops sure. But a convertible????
My sister pinned for a red convertible with custom wheels. She looked every week at the newspaper and one day she found her prey. She went after school, made a deal trading in the Honda and then waited till Daddy got home and explained the deal she had put together and what she needed a check for. She picked up the red Pontiac Sunbird convertible the next day.
I went on to buy more and more cars. My sister drove her convertible and like nearly everyone else that ever buys a convertible never bought another one.
I got so many Dad stories, many involving cars. And I am going to try and share some over the next couple days.