To: Rambi who wrote (18040 ) 2/26/1999 5:26:00 PM From: Ilaine Read Replies (3) | Respond to of 71178
Thank you for your expression of sympathy. Hard, in this day and age, to realize that there are some things that can't be cured. I remain hopeful for her sake, but the prognosis is very poor. Something like a 1 to 3% cure rate. I want them to try something else, but right now my father seems pretty defeated. I want them to try an anti-angiogenesis drug, there are some clinical trials going on through NIH. I spoke with my father on the phone yesterday, he said they would fly back to Baton Rouge Saturday, and she would start a new round of chemotherapy there. He did not know what it was she would be taking. That's not like him, at least, he did not used to be that way. He isn't the brightest light on the tree, but he is a dentist, and he has enough medical-type training to understand what is going on. I think he is probably depressed, but holding on for the sake of his wife and child. My little brother is awful. He is simply unbearable. When I thought I was going back this weekend, my boys refused to come with me. He hits, and he scratches, and he whines, and he refuses to co-operate in any way, and he is just a royal pain in the butt. He has always been that way, not just because his mother is dying. He has never been disciplined. His mother and father let him get away with murder because they both work all day and then come home and drink, and don't want the hassle. The last time I was in Baton Rouge, he was three and a half, and still pooping in his diaper. I had him with me somewhere and had to change his diaper and he refused to let me wipe his butt and he wouldn't wipe it himself. He just kept saying, "No," and there we were in a stall in a public restroom, he had no pants on and a shitty butt, and my kids were outside waiting for me, and I slapped his leg, and he acted very surprised. After that, he started doing what I told him to do. I would rather ask nicely, but that doesn't work. The poor lady they brought to take care of him, Shirley, was simply not up to the task. He ruined his Nintendo 64 Mario cartridge by washing it in the sink. He broke the coffee table in the hotel suite by standing on it and jumping up and down. He lied to my father and told him that my boys did it. He lied to my father's wife on the phone and told her that Shirley had left him alone in the hotel room. He lied to me and told me that my boys had not snapped his seatbelt in the car. He fought against having his seatbelt snapped and then unsnapped it when no one was looking. On the plus side, he is physically very attractive, and is going to be very, very rich.