Topics covered in this issue include:
1) cushing's: new addition to the gallery
by Leslie Lawson <lolawson@uts.cc.utexas.edu>
2) Cushings: Sunny's best friend
by Tom White <trw@virginia.edu>
3) Take the time
by Jackie Siniard <siniardj@email.uah.edu>
4) cost of anipryl
by Katerpoo@aol.com
Date: Mon, 03 Nov 1997 17:28:39 -0600
From: Leslie Lawson <lolawson@uts.cc.utexas.edu>
To: cushings-pets@mcfeeley.cc.utexas.edu
Subject: cushing's: new addition to the gallery
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The adorable doggie face of Jackie Siniard's Manchester Chihuahua, Sunny,
has been added to the Cushing's Gallery web page. See Sunny and the rest
of the Cushing's "hall of fame" at
http://uts.cc.utexas.edu/~lolawson/cushings/gallery.html
As always, if you have any additions to this page or any other of the
Cushing's pages--pictures, stories, treatment journals, questions to be
added to the not-yet-created FAQs--please send them to me at
lolawson@uts.cc.utexas.edu.
Hope everyone and their sweet pups are doing well. Do drop a line to
the
group to give us updates!
Cuddles to all of the Cushing's babies,
Leslie
Cushing's Pets Forum and Web Page manager
lolawson@uts.cc.utexas.edu
http://uts.cc.utexas.edu/~lolawson/cushings/
Date: Thu, 6 Nov 1997 11:27:29 +0000
From: Tom White <trw@virginia.edu>
To: cushings-pets@mcfeeley.cc.utexas.edu
Subject: Cushings: Sunny's best friend
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Dear Jackie, Randy & Sunny--
We were so sorry to hear about Sade. We know this is a sad time
and our thoughts and prayers are with you.
Cushings is such a horrible disease! It smashes up so many
hearts.
With our deep sympathy.
Tom, Maria & "The Kids"
Tom, Maria and Clea, Timmy and Little Rosti
E-mail us at trw@virginia.edu
Date: Fri, 07 Nov 1997 14:20:24 -0600
From: Jackie Siniard <siniardj@email.uah.edu>
To: clayj@email.uah.edu, sandie.ponting@twinings.btx400.co.uk,
ppettigrew@matsci.uah.edu, sblair@matsci.uah.edu,
Subject: Take the time
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All the Good Things:
He was in the first third grade class I taught at Saint Mary's
School in Morris, Minn. All 34 of my students were dear to me,
but Mark Eklund was one in a million. Very neat in appearance, but
had that happy-to-be-alive attitude that made even his occasional
mischieviousness delightful. Mark talked incessantly. I had to
remind him again and again that talking without permission was not
acceptable. What impressed me so much, though, was his sincere
response every time I had to correct him for misbehaving - "Thank
you for correcting me, Sister!" I didn't know what to make of it
at first, but before long I became accustomed to hearing it many
times a day. One morning my patience was growing thin when Mark
talked once too often, and then I made a novice-teacher's mistake.
I looked at him and said, "If you say one more word, I am going to
tape your mouth shut!" It wasn't ten seconds later when Chuck
blurted out, "Mark is talking again." I hadn't asked any of
the
students to help me watch Mark, but since I had stated the
punishment in front of the class, I had to act on it. I remember the
scene as if it had occurred this morning. I walked to my desk,
very deliberately opened my drawer and took out a roll of masking
tape. Without saying a word, I proceeded to Mark's desk, tore off
two pieces of tape and made a big X with them over his mouth. I
then returned to the front of the room. As I glanced at Mark to
see how he was doing he winked at me. That did it! I started
laughing. The class cheered as I walked back to Mark's desk,
removed the tape and shrugged my shoulders. His first words
were, "Thank you for correcting me, Sister." At the end of the
year I was asked to teach junior-high math. The years flew by, and
before I knew it Mark was in my classroom again. He was more
handsome than ever and just as polite. Since he had to listen
carefully to my instructions in the "new math," he did not talk
as
much in ninth grade as he had in the third. One Friday, things
just didn't feel right. We had worked hard on a new concept all
week, and I sensed that the students were frowning, frustrated with
themselves - and edgy with one another. I had to stop this
crankiness before it got out of hand. So I asked them to list
the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper,
leaving a space between each name. Then I told them to think of
the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and
write it down. It took the remainder of the class period to
finish the assignment, and as the students left the room, each one
handed me the papers. Charlie smiled. Mark said, "Thank you for
teaching me, Sister. Have a good weekend." That Saturday, I
wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet
of paper, and I listed what everyone else had said about that
individual. On Monday I gave each student his or her list. Before
long, the entire class was smiling. "Really?" I heard whispered.
"I never knew that mean anything to anyone!" "I didn't know
others liked me so much!" No one ever mentioned those papers in
class again. I never knew if they discussed them after class or
with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had
accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves
and one another again. That group of students moved on.
Several years later, after I returned from vacation, my parents met
me at the airport. As we were driving home, Mother asked me the
usual questions about the trip - the weather, my experiences in
general. There was a light lull in the conversation. Mother gave
Dad a side-ways glance and simply says, "Dad?" My father cleared
his throat as he usually did before something important. "The
Eklunds called last night," he began. "Really?" I said.
"I
haven't heard from them in years. I wonder how Mark is."
Dad responded quietly. "Mark was killed in Vietnam," he said.
"The funeral is tomorrow, and his parents would like it if you
could attend." To this day II can still point to the exact spot on
I-494 where Dad told me about Mark. I had never seen a
serviceman in a military coffin before. Mark looked
so handsome, so mature. All I could think at that moment was,
Mark, I would give all the masking tape in the world if only you
would talk to me. The church was packed with Mark's friends.
Chuck's sister sang "The Battle Hymn of the Republic." Why did
it
have to rain on the day of the funeral? It was difficult enough
at the graveside. The pastor said the usual prayers, and the
bugler played taps. One by one those who loved Mark
took a last walk by the coffin and sprinkled it with holy water.
I was the last one to bless the coffin. As I stood there, one
of the soldiers who had acted as pallbearer came up to me. "Were
you Mark's math teacher?" he asked. I nodded as I continued to
stare at the coffin. "Mark talked about you a lot," he said.
After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates headed to
Chucks farmhouse for lunch. Mark's mother and father were there,
obviously waiting for me. "We want to show you something," his
father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket. "They found this
on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it."
Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of
notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded
many times. I knew without looking that the papers were the ones on
which I had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates
had said about him. "Thank you so much for doing that" Mark's
mother said. "As you can see, Mark treasured it." Mark's
classmates started to gather around us. Charlie smiled rather
sheepishly and said, "I still have my list. It's in the top drawer
of my desk at home." Chuck's wife said, "Chuck asked me to put
this in our wedding album." "I have mine too," Marilyn
said.
"It's in my diary." Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into
her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and
frazzled list to the group. "I carry this with me at all times,"
Vicki said without batting an eyelash. "I think we all saved our
lists." That's when I finally sat down and cried. I cried for
Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again.
THE END
written by: Sister Helen P. Mrosia
The purpose of this letter, is to encourage everyone to compliment
the people you love and care about. We often tend to forget the
importance of showing our affections and love. Sometimes the
smallest of things, could mean the most to another. I am asking
you, to please send this letter around and spread the message and
encouragement, to express your love and caring by complimenting and
being open with communication. The density of people in society,
is so thick, that we forget that life will end one day. And we
don't know when that one day will be. So please, I beg of you,
to tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and
important. Tell them, before it is too late. I leave these
messages with you and ask you to continue to spread the message to
everyone you know.
Making The Web A Better Place To Be
Jacqueline P. Siniard
Staff Assistant, Graduate Studies
The University of Alabama in Huntsville
Materials Science Building Room C206
Huntsville, Alabama 35899
ph: 205-890-6002 Fax:205-890-6349
e-mail: siniardj@email.uah.edu
Date: Sun, 9 Nov 1997 08:46:37 -0500 (EST)
From: Katerpoo@aol.com
To: cushings-pets@mcfeeley.cc.utexas.edu
Subject: cost of anipryl
Message-ID: <971109084637_-805222142@mrin54.mail.aol.com>
I just picked up Abby's Anipryl from the vet yesterday. Because of all
of
her other problems, we are starting her on half the recommended dosage for
her size (60lbs). Thirty pills cost $72 and she was able to order it from
her regular supplier. I was a little surprised at the price, because she
had
originally quoted me about $70 a month before we decided to cut the dosage
in
half to start.
Chris