I am so, so sorry. Take care of yourself, however you can. We all care about you and we’re with you in spirit.
Aw, shit. So sorry.
I’m sorry to hear this, and I’m very sorry for your loss.
Thanks, all. It’s still sinking in. At the risk of outing myself I will say he was well known in the San Francisco arts and poetry scene so seeing all the outpouring of support on his FB page from so many people he apparently knew but that I never met is quite surreal to me.
I am so sorry. There’s not a damn thing in the world anyone can say because losing a loved one at any age stabs at your heart, but please know there are whole lot of people you’ve never met thinking about you, too.
Many condolences. Love to you and yours, from internet strangers.
I’m sorry to hear that. Take care of yourself.
Condolences for you and your family.
I am very sorry to read this. Please take care of yourself, and let others take care of you too!
Hugs!
I’m so sorry for your loss.
I’m very sorry.
I’m very sorry for your loss. It sounds like he lived a full life doing what he loved, the art and poetry he made in life will be all the more powerful in death. His memory will be carried by everyone who was ever touched by his words, paint, and voice. Grieving is such an important process, make sure you do it in whatever form you need to.
Telling children that they are too young to know if they are trans or not, at an age where they need to get on hormone blockers for the best possible outcome, is child abuse. No ifs, no buts.
Not that Norman Tebbit, Ann Widdicombe and The Mail aren’t already known for their rabid transphobia.
Tebbit, Widdicombe and Vile Vine?
Safe bet that the correct side of the argument is the one they’re not on.
Dad’s going to be in the hospital overnight. We thought he was maybe having trouble with a pinched nerve in his back, but his blood pressure was high and his magnesium was low and the EEG was just a little bit off… if a stress test goes well he can go home tomorrow, but I’m scared. Nice start, 2017.
I hope everything goes well, and I’ll push some positive thoughts your way.
I hope today has dawned better for you and your father.
So far, so good. There have been quite a few tests since last night but from what I hear the results have been good. It’s still most likely a pinched nerve but they want to do an echocardiogram to be absolutely sure there aren’t heart issues. Dad’s in surprisingly good spirits. I think he’s enjoying the attention.
I got an MRI yesterday since there was some weirdness (high prolactin, low testosterone) in the last blood test. Today I’m getting ready to get out the door to fly to Disney World. The MRI shows I have a prolactinoma, a little tumor growing next to my pituitary (non-cancerous tumor, more like a cyst). I’ve been really, really tired lately, so this explains some things. Unfortunately my wife heard, so now she’s googling brain tumors, symptoms, and treatments instead of getting ready to go on vacation. On the plus side, I now can use having a tumor in by brain as a convenient excuse for my copious errors in judgment.
Urgh.
I’ve been down the suspected brain tumour route. No fun. I was a lot calmer about it than my family, though.
Have a good vacation!