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Friday, June 23, 2017

Update June 2017

I am asked repeatedly what's going on, why hasn't there been an update. The only answer I can give is: "I don't know." I have written TexanLady more times than I can count, several times a month, inquiring about her health, to fill me in so I can relay information to all of you. I only get silence. I've two email addresses for her, I write to both. I do not have a phone number for her and I don't even know the town she's living in. She has always been very private a person and getting details from her has always been difficult.

I have been hoping her mom would respond or even her daughter but so far there has been no response to any of my frequent emails. I will, of course, keep trying.

That's all I can say. I have not heard from TL since before Christmas. Her mom wrote me twice just to say she had updates TL wanted me to have but didn't know how to attach them to email. I tried to explain drag-and-drop but I think it went over her head. If/when I hear something, I will post. I feel terrible about all our readers who have patiently (and impatiently) waited for updates and news. Yes, I know how The Arrangement is supposed to end but I couldn't write it if I tried because there's a war about to start, there's Jason in vampiric form, Eric has really botched things up between he and Sookie, Tara is back but problematic, we have traitors in Sookie's camp ... I have been waiting for an outline so I know how this all goes down but I have none.

I promise to post as soon as I know more. I don't know if the silence is based on her health at this juncture. It's maddening.

~ nycsnowbird

Friday, March 17, 2017

Update March 2017

I know so many of you are waiting for an update on any of the stories that are here.

By way of explanation for an intolerably long delay, I wanted to update you that TexanLady has been very ill for months now. I do not get a lot of correspondence from her or her relations telling me what's going on but I felt I should share what I do know.

She went into the hospital early September last for the removal of a small mass on her esophagus. Thankfully, it was not cancerous and she was released two days later. However, after going home, the sutures tore, her chest filled with liquid and an infection set in. Containing the infection has been an ongoing issue. Months later, she is on a feeding tube and part of her esophagus has been removed. It looks like she will need the feeding tube for an entire year. Food and drink by mouth is impossible while the esophagus heals. She has been in and out of the hospital for weeks on end; I don't know who is running the farm. Last I heard from her, she was back in the hospital and unable to talk. Her mother wrote me a few days ago to say she suffered a stroke and I've written back to get details. I have no idea what kind it was or how bad. :(

I await further news.

Meanwhile, my own situation is in the toilet as well. My fiancé has advanced prostate cancer, so virulent it dropped into his bladder and formed an inoperable mass. For you ladies out there with male counterparts, get them to check out their prostate. Drag them kicking and screaming if you have to but get them to have a doctor perform a simple exam. It might save their life. We were told by a urologist that 70% of men over the age of 60 develop prostate cancer. It is a slow acting cancer and can be treated if caught in time. My fiancé did nothing for ten years and we now are paying the price. He was in the hospital just shy of a month and I drove there every day to stay with him each day and keep track of what each doctor had to say.

While he was in the hospital he suffered a mild ischemic stroke but its effects wore off within days. However, my heart started fibrillating from all the stress. I wound up in a different hospital across town where I was diagnosed with pulmonary hypertension, atrial fibrillation, essential hypertension, chronic diastolic heart failure, tricupid valve insufficiency and a heart murmur. I never felt ill; this was the first I was aware my heart was so bad. When it rains, it pours. We sit around the dining room table now sorting out the medications we're both on now.

My belief is the stories will continue but we've a major delay here. Bear with us.