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Joe's better

Thanks for all the kind thoughts. Mighty Joe seems to be doing better. He may have to have his feeding tube gadget replaced, but for now, they're working on getting his lungs healthy again.

On a sad note,though, Joe's grandpa died this week of a brain aneurysm. He was only 55. Please think of them in this sad and stressful time.

People always say things like "God will only give you what he knows you can handle." What a load of hooey, as far as I'm concerned. Try telling that to Joe's parents. Try telling that to Hurricane Katrina evacuees, who've lost family members and everything they own and their jobs and anything that was ever normal in their lives. Yeah, maybe they can "handle" it, but why should they be forced to?! Then those same people say, "what doesn't kill you will make you stronger." Yeah...and bitter...and bitchy...and cynical...and dealing with post-traumatic stress...

Maybe that's just the way I would react. Could you blame me?

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