Hello, Anyone Over 70????

Ok, Ladies......I will give it a lot of thought, but here is the story I promised.

You have to first understand my one daughter............Remember I have 3........girls (3boys)..........ok, well the one I am about to talk about has a history of "TESTING" me, is what I call it...............anyway.........she had knee surgery, and I was tested then. .....another story....

Surgery is over, she is on her feet, but now the "big test"............she always has the feeling she is being slighted, and this is the one, as a kid would do anything to get attention..................it didn't matter if you were "smacking the shit" out of her, at least she had your attention..........ok I digress

She called me the other day and asked me to take her to "Pet Smart"......doggie store......she wanted to walk around.......don't ask me, I have no idea why...............anyway...I pick her up, only to find out she has brought along my grandaughter's dog, but I remain calm.....we go to the store, and this is after I had walked BJ's  and Trader Joe's all morning, and my "knee" was killing me, not to mention my back also..............but I was not going to fall into the "trap test", so I said "sure"..........picked her up, and on the way remembered that I had to get my grandaughter off the bus at 4pm.....it was now 3pm...............on the way down the highway she was saying to me "MOM YOUR DRIVING TOO FAST", calmly I said "Ginny I am not driving fast, I am keeping up with traffic............again MOM, I SAID YOUR DRIVING TOO FAST.'..........I said "Ginny, I am doing the speed limit"..............again MOM YOUR DRIVING TOO FAST......TAKE ME BACK HOME".......we are now 2 minutes from the store...........................then she said MOM EVERYTIME YOU GO FAST I PUT MY FOOT DOWN HARD, AND I SHOULDN'T DO THAT"..............I said , THEN WHAT THE F--K ARE YOU GOING TO DO WHEN YOU GET IN THE STORE, CRAWL.............AREN'T YOU GOING TO WALK ON THE SAME FOOT, THAT IS ATTACHED TO THE SAME KNEE, AND LEG YOUR BITCHING ABOUT..................ok, by the time we stopped yelling we were at the store.

She walked, and walked, dragging the friggin dog around the store on a leash, and I looked more crippled then she did...........finally I stopped walking and thought......screw this, she can walk, I'm leaning............after 20 minutes of looking for her now, I find her in the grooming section of the store.........I go and say "Gin, I have to get gone, I have to go get Makayla.......she says Ok, and I say what are you doing in this part of the store....................she says "I' am making arrangements to get Bella groomed"..............she turns to walk out the door, and the dog goes in another direction "I said "Gin, you forgot the dog, the lady has her"..........................she says " oh she's staying, she's getting groomed. WTF, is she kidding.

Ok, now we head home.......after getting to her house her phone rings, and she says to me "Can you take me back to Pet Smart in 1 hour, B ella will be done then"..............now in 1 hour I am going to be at the "bus stop" picking up my grandaughter...............well said "yes", I will be back...............got Makayla.................went back to Pet Smart, and then on the way home she says "Can; you stop at Swiss Farms, so I can get milk", and I do, while in the meantime, Bella (which I didn't know gets a dog treat from the drive in man at the farm.........................I roll down the window..................Bella leaps across me, steppi;ng on my; Cancer boob, and grabs the "treat" out of the guys hand, and begins to chew it, in my friggin face, and drops the shit all over me and my car........................When we finally got home to her house, she said "do you want to go for dinner"......................I thought................I would rather starve to death, and told her I was watching my diet, so I would prefer not too...............(now you ladies know that's a lie)

Continuing....................It is long..............

Yesterday, another call................"Mom could you take me to the store to buy brocolli.......I am making divan, and I need it................I thought.......testing, testing, here we go again............so I say "Ginny, I will go to the store and buy you what you need for divan, so you don't have to go out"...............ready for this ........MOM, HOW COME WHENEVER I ASK YOU TO DO SOMETHING WITH ME YOU NEVER SAY ............YES GINNY RIGHT AWAY, YOU ALWAYS HAVE A REASON FOR CHANGING THINGS....................well needless to say, I did go get her, and took her to the store.................she bought a friggin shopping cart full of food, along with "kidney beans" to make Chili.

Finally she's done, and we put the stuff in the car.............I say........."Gin, ask Joey (her son) to come to the door so you and I don't have to bring these inside (huge driveway)...........she says..............he's sleeping and I don't want to wake him up.......................I thought your fuc---g kidding me right.................

Well we get in the driveway, which is on a hill, which leads to a major highway.........she opens the back of my SUV, and a can of "kidney beans",...........rolls out of the car, down the hill, and is heading to the highway......................I figure when it stops I'll go get it........................well this f/n can was not going to stop..........................so it went over the grass plot, over the curb, and into the street..............................some J/O doing about 50 miles and hour, makes a direct hit on the can, blows up the can................................and the beans flew up in the air.................into the driveway.........................and I got "hit with the beans"..................I said ..............."I just got hit with the fuc---g beans.....she said stop exaggerating Mom and being such a drama queen.......I said WTF is that sticking to my pants then.........................yes, you got it right..............................they were like  "bean projectiles", and I got shot with beans.............but at least I passed the test...............

She called today and asked me to dinner, for Chicken Divan..............I very calmly refused.........................end of story.......................

Hello again.......................................................testing, testing.........................got another phone call about 20 minutes ago...............................Mom are you doing anything tomorrow night about 7pm.................................thought..................make sure you answer this right away with a lilt of "sheer happiness" in your voice..................................I said "not that I know of......why..............as I quickly went over my "dance card" to make sure I had a space for another "favor"............................here is what I was told.

Well I have to go to the Dr.'s tomorrow night to see about my contacts (had no frigging idea that my "always testing me daughter"............was getting contacts..................then she said .........or.............I can go today at 4pm..................I said "well I might have Makayla today if her Dad doesn't get home from work to get her off the bus, so tomorrow night is better for me".............................She then said "ok, thanks................but if I can get someone else to take me "I will"...........................WTF..................God help me........................but I am at the end of my rope with her..................................and honestly...............I would like to make a huge "knot" in it, put the rope around my neck, and hang my f---ing self.........................it would be more merciful then dealing with this child........................and she's 53..............So I didn't fall into the "testing" trap.....................said "yes immediately" like she wanted me to......................and she says ............................"if I can get someone else to take me, I will"........WTF...........................I am getting my RED SOLO CUP, and my VODKA,.....................and......................laying in the corner, and sucking my thumb and twiriling my hair...................lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalal............HELP.....

Gran....I promise I will see what I can do........I am not a good traveler to unfamiliar areas................take me to center city Philly , spin me three times, and I 'm lost.............Once I took a trolley when I was younger, going in the wrong direction.......and ended up on   Delaware Ave, when I wanted to be going toward West Philly.

Another time I got on the El going in the wrong direction too.......honestly I am horrible.....also another time.....was heading home from the shore, made a wrong turn, and ended up headed toward Atlantic City ..........keep in mind.........I had already left Cape May........This is the truth .

TerriD..........................Hi Terri..............I'm Ducky, and I started this thread.............figured let's hear from the women over 70, and how their dealing with this "beast"...............well Granny is my most favorite participant..........

My diagnosis is self explanatory............however.......I am 76, almost 77..........I am 1 year from diagnosis, and March 15th will be 1 year from surgery................I had 33 Rad treatments, which included boosts at the end.............I did very well, fatigue, but we all get that (mostly all).................I started Femara back in July..............I fought like hell, and talked myself out of taking it, considering I was suppose to start right after Rads which ended on June 15th, 2011.............I was scared to death of the SE's, but finally with some encouragement from my RO, and the ladies on this site, I decided to give it a try.............so far I am doing ok, no huge problems.............. I had arthritis  before Femara, so not sure if the aches and pains are from that, or a continuance of the arthritis, but nothing I can't handle.....................the only real SE I got is something called "trigger thumbs"................annoying, but doable................no hot flashes (but I didn't get them through menapause either), so all in all, I would say....................................Give it a shot, you can always stop, if the SE's are something Mom can't tolerate...................Femara has altered my "quality of life", but has not impacted it that much...............face it at nearly 77, everything gets altered.............hahahaha.

Sorry about all the BC in your family............really horrible....................hope this has helped some in your Mom's decision.................hugs.

Come back often, and if Mom is computer savy, tell her to join us..............we would love to have her..........................

Wren..........Pegnie................Will hang in there till I can't....................right now at almost 77, I can handle the few things.............trigger thumbs..........some achiness, but I don't take anything for it either.........if I take Tylenol Arthritis, I get a lot of relief............just don't like to take medicine..........as you can see from my above statement...........so now I take meds, and shut my mouth and don't complain...........at least not to anyone else...........I do a lot of talking to myself though..................hahahahahha