Got my self a scolding or two

Ok, for those of you who frequent this blog in hopes of finding a witty post or two on a typically reliable frequency, I say, I am sorry. I (we) have been really busy lately and yes, we have been reprimanded in person on multiple occasions. We are aware of your pain, which is why I am posting now. I don't have any news on my current cancer condition, because there is none. I do have scans coming up the end of April, first part of May. So there will definitely be a post then.

On the goings-on of the Layne family, here is the skinny.

Shaeli, is of the age of dating, its killing me.

Caity is still a turd,

Morgan is right behind Caity, being a turd.

Peggy is studying her brains out,

I am just watching the chaos with a slight grin, happy to be a part of all the craziness.

I still have some side effects, and probably always will, but they are a reminder of how lucky and blessed I am.

I would like to thank all of you who have me and my family in your prayers. They are deeply appreciated and we pray for all of you as well.

With the scans coming up, my stress level goes up. If you talk to me and I seem curt or abrupt, I am sorry and apologize in advance. I have a lot going on in my little head for the next few weeks. It is just an excuse, not a valid reason. I will make a conscious effort to not be rude to anyone. Sometime the "what-ifs" sneak into my head.

A Poem By Shel Siverstein

The Whatifs

Last night, while I lay thinking here,

Some Whatifs crawled inside my ear

And pranced and partied all night long

And sang their same old Whatif song:

Whatif I'm dumb in school?

Whatif they've closed the swimming pool?

Whatif I get beat up?

Whatif there's poison in my cup?

Whatif I start to cry?

Whatif I get sick and die?

Whatif I flunk that test?

Whatif green hair grows on my chest?

Whatif nobody likes me?

Whatif a bolt of lightning strikes me?

Whatif I don't grow taller?

Whatif my head starts getting smaller?

Whatif the fish won't bite?

Whatif the wind tears up my kite?

Whatif they start a war?

Whatif my parents get divorced?

Whatif the bus is late?

Whatif my teeth don't grow in straight?

Whatif I tear my pants?

Whatif I never learn to dance?

Everything seems swell, and then

The nighttime Whatifs strike again!

May the Whatifs never find you,

Merry Christmas and have a lovely day,

Love, Andy.