the good news, I don't have cancer, Appearently something is double in my pancreas, if it's the whole thing they don't know yet.
Appearantly I might have the exact same condition my lovely, ehem father has.

If this is the way we keep contact, I'm guessing I'd rather cut off ties with him.


the bad news.

The majority of my family is on holiday in spain.
Great right?


Well not if the yearly trip ends up in their boat getting pulled under by a sixty foot yacht that ends up going over yoru family members.

One of my uncles has it the worst, he's lost parts of his head and spine, he's pretty muchly been scalped, but he's still alive.

I'll be happy to hear the news of wednesday , when they'll determine if not he has to be flown back here to belgium for better care.



...and here I thougth babysitting seven chihuahua's was going to be a bad week.

...gu...