Hello To Those Who Help To Hold Us Up:

I thought a few days about "bringing things down a notch"
Stanley's last post was so terrific...

Things on the A.C.C remain the same, we did have our Leukemia appointment on Tuesday to a doctor that for the first time we have felt across the board we are in good hands. We came from this appointment with a roller coaster of information that we are riding through while we get some more qualifying tests. Some of these tests are happening today. A CAT Scan of his head, neck, belly, abdomen and spleen, to determine a base line and a "re-grouping" with that information. So our Stanley is having to sit very still in the machine today.
Please send out good thoughts for today and these results.


Oh geeez I haven't even written about the other reason I was writing to you.
Regrettably our sweetheart guy comes home with me from this mixed emotion /-review appointment, and his brother is ringing on the phone as we walk in,
calling to tell him, his father died.

Howard K. Whitaker, Full Colonel in the army,
He was 88 years old, said he'd like to live until he was eighty nine, but decided it was his time, (on the day many said was the 50th anniversary) of the plane crash when musical legends lost their lives. This event was later remembered in the poem/lyrics ...'and this will be the day that I die, The day the music died. American Pie, you know the song.
How, poignant we thought, the perfect fit.

Stanley and his father were strained to say the least for many, good reasoned years and in the end were able to acknowledge, and more importantly honor, each others achievements and experience, just after that work was put in by both of them, his father learned how to say and finally did
" I'm proud of you and I Love You Stan."

See?? things can be good, and end up precisely where it is we say we'd all wish them to be.

My love and care and for all your prayers,
LeeAnne