Just some sweet tea for now…
My son’s surgery went well in Florida and they flew back to North Cackalackie this morning. Mrs. Beach Bill should be home this afternoon and I will have to go back to cooking and behaving.
C.N. Charlie When I started with the Police Department, they also had a minimum height requirement, which was not a problem for me at 6’ 3". There was a fellow working for the airport police (a separate agency) who wanted SO MUCH to become a city officer that he had those anti-gravity boots and would hang upside-down in his closet every day trying to stretch himself and become taller. It then became understood that height requirements discriminated against female applicants, and the policy was discarded. The fellow from the airport police applied immediately, scrapped his hang-like-a-bat habits, and became a solid police officer for the next 30 years.
Also, good news on the lab report. Yesterday marked 11 years since my surgery for prostate cancer. I also attest to the importance of a PSA test, as I had no symptoms or problems and was only 54 years old when that test led to the discovery of the cancer. Do prepare yourself mentally for testing the rest of your life. I went five years with a PSA of 0.00 and then the doctor said that I could test only once a year instead of every six months. Sure enough, after that year it went to 0.01. I’ve now been at 0.02 for about two years (it has to get to 0.4 before they formally say that the cancer has returned). Those pesky cancer cells live forever, and if just one or two cells “escaped”, they can grow elsewhere. I call it my “crazy week” when I go in for the blood test and then have to wait a week and go back in to be told the results. That PSA is a life-saver for men, though, and should not be passed by.