Nancy🇺🇸🦅

@gtconway3d From 2023, this photo?

Finally! And with a newspaper, too!!

@RepJackKimble To arms!

Wow! It seems a lot of people owe me an apology. McConnell released a photo and he is not dead.

@RHughesPhD76721 🫂💙

I am heartbroken. I mean I am just so painfully hurt right now I'm going to turn my phone off and I won't be able to see any responses I need to be alone. But I need to say something. I received a message a moment ago and I hope to God that the person that sent the message does not respond to this cuz I don't want to see a fucking public apology. I am so angry. This was from somebody that I thought was a close friend and I must remember that evidently her intentions were good but that's not how it comes across whatsoever so I'm making this post as I want everybody to be warned of something obviously. I have God damn fucking brain cancer!!! Do you remember that? And if anybody ever wants to tell me that my writing isn't what it used to be you can have that opinion but would you please not communicate it to me because God dammit I'm aware of that already! I have admitted a long fucking time ago I am not the same and I'll be damn that I need confirmation from anybody on here. I have also said recently I wrote this book quickly cuz this story needs to be told and I'm on the fucking decline I know what is happening to me. I have encephalacia which is in the white matter of my brain is shrinking. I wake up some days and I don't even know what fucking season we are in I have to take my phone to look at the calendar date just to know what month it is. I am suffering on levels that are unbearable for me emotionally with what is happening to my brain and I'll be damned if anybody it's going to send me a message and tell me I'm not what I used to be you are not going to get away with that. I did my God damn best. I am so profoundly hurt and I will regret in the morning that I am talking like this but I'm going to leave it like this so you know exactly what this has done to me. I did my best and if you think I don't write as well as I did then leave me alone and don't buy the goddamn book.

@EricTrump Nothing lasts forever.

I am deeply honored that at 5:01 a.m., Trump Force One will be the first plane to land at the newly renamed Palm Beach International Airport — now and forever President Donald J. Trump International Airport (DJT). There is no person who has done more for Florida and our country, and no one more deserving of this incredible honor. As a son, and someone who flies out of this airport nearly every day, I will forever be proud to see the initials “DJT” on my boarding pass. Congratulations Dad — I’m happy to have played a big role in making this happen. Thanks to @megforflorida, @GovRonDeSantis, @AGJamesUthmeier, and so many others for your incredible support.

@SecDuffy @fly_DJT Yet another reason to not set foot in, nor spend one dime in Florida.

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to PRESIDENT DONALD J. TRUMP INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT @fly_DJT ✈️🇺🇸

@AdamKinzinger He just removed it from US from soil...now stolen tax payer money, again.

Why can’t they even admit that the fake AF1 doesn’t have countermeasures and that’s why they had to take the real one to England? Instead they pretend it was some show and tell. EVERYTHING Is a lie!

@RepJackKimble Don't stop confusing them!!!! If they can't do the simplest fact check they deserve to be embarrassed! ❤️💪

Okay, my Kimblemaniacs. I’m off to bed but I need to make a big decision about something. On the one hand , it could be really cool. On the other it probably puts a stop to confusing news organizations. Wish me luck.

@RepJackKimble Wow you are in such good company! And we can confirm: CNN does zero fact checking. ❤️🤣🤣🤣

CNN’s extreme leftwing bias exposed

@RHughesPhD76721 ❤️

Omg! Not another delivery!

@RHughesPhD76721 @SBellSouth1 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

It's never going to stop is it??? As I said in a post last week regarding hazardous gift bearing, "YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE!!!" @SBellSouth1 😡 😂

@RHughesPhD76721 "How 'bout right now, Russell"? 🤣

Brenda here. Ladies if we did not have each other how would we let off our steam? Many women have stress in their lives because of their husbands. You don't need their crap only to end up disrupting your day and especially get stuck in your head. Do what I do. Don't bother to dismiss it. Don't even acknowledge it. So last night Russell looked at me out of the blue and said, "Do you think we should get cremated?" There was nothing that could have led up to that. I am not saying that these kinds of conversations should not take place but where does this come from when it's a Sunday night at ten after 7:00. and all I said was, “It looks like we used the last of the parmesan.” Somehow in his mind that translated to thoughts of ashes. After all these years in training from the moment we said “I do” to each other I said, “You want cremated? Fine. I’d like to fry your ass right now.” I slept fine last night but he told me this morning he tossed and turned all night and he apologized for that and I said, “I didn't even notice.” That was the salt in the wound. We may be out of Parmesan but I have plenty of salt. We have to remember our place ladies. We are first. It's so good to be at work this morning. 😂

There is an absolute in the cancer community. I remember my first appointment with Dr Jared after the rehabilitation from an extended hospital sequester from brain surgery that produced further harm as opposed to alleviating the obstacle of hindrance. I remember that day. I had a thousand questions but once I stepped inside his office I could not remember one of them because suddenly the only thing mattered was whatever he was going to say. There was an ashen woman two chairs over to my left sitting by herself. In a far corner was a man about 70 years old with a woman I assume was his wife a few years younger. There was a woman about 40 who had her arms and her lap but couldn't keep her hands still. They would shake or she would twist them or she would twiddle her thumbs. I don't know if she was there to get results from a biopsy or treatment. There were a host of other possibilities for her presence in the waiting room. And then there was a 23 year old or possibly 25 at the most but a young guy sitting in the seat closest to the door. He had a book in his lap but it wasn't open. No one was talking. And because of fear you couldn't even hear the silence. You could only hear a symphony of a chello and violin playing the song, “What If." I remember wondering how many were there to see Jared or another one of the doctors down the hall. Was the young man a cancer patient or was he a medical intern? Of the married couple, which one was the caretaker and the other the patient? It dawned on me that not only did I know nothing of the medical records that were secretly guarded just a few hundred feet away on the other side of the wall but these good people also knew nothing of me. I wonder if the woman to my left was going through chemo. I couldn't tell if her hair was falling out or coming back. I wonder what the financial strain was for the married couple and how are their kids and how are they coping with whoever is the one muscling the wheelbarrow carting the heavily enhanced awareness of mortality? The young man with the book made me think of some of my students who suddenly turned for the worse academically when someone in their life turned for the worst from cancer. I didn't know their stories. Nor did I ask. Suddenly the nurse called my name and told me to follow her down the hall. She told me to stand on the scale so she could record my weight as if that would change the outcome of my life. And then I waited on Jared. But this waiting was different. I was sitting there alone. When I was with the unknown stories at least I knew I was sitting with people of Hope. Otherwise why would we be there?

@RepJackKimble 🤣

Folks, I was not trying to be deceitful, I was just unaware. However, it seems that Karen has a satirical account and she has asked me to spread the word

@RHughesPhD76721 I appreciate that you freely give everyone, with love (well, usually lol) the full benefit of your knowledge and experience. It's helped me more than once. ❤️ Sunset for attention 🙂

@nancyjane74 I thought of you and I knew you would love this thank you Nancy so much for always being here

@RHughesPhD76721 👁👁

Hey friends I may be the only psychologist that will ever talk to you about the realistic benefits of denial. Look at my amount owed for my recent ambulance excursion as I went thrill seeking loaded on morphine through Washtenaw county Michigan. It's only $12.79. Talk about a bargain! 😂

Robert here. A reconceptualization of the upcoming holiday. I would love for you to please read this. Thank you for the outpouring of prayers with love and concern. I'm not going to maximize nor minimize what has happened. Clearly it is a nightmare. The set back proportionately compared to where I had been with my progress since the sarcoma surgery is more challenging than I care to accept. The comments you all have made in the last 5 days regarding the youth group and the church assisting me as you have put it in the context of me reaping what I have sown has moved me more than you will ever know. The love from all of you who have reached out to me and Brenda and Russell in the last 5 days has changed my approach to the upcoming 250th anniversary of the independence of the United States. I had planned on not recognizing the holiday because I believe that when we claim we are a land United is now a false narrative along with the proclamation “liberty and justice for all” is no longer a valid normative truth. I cannot hypocritically celebrate an independent freedom while knowing there are people who because of their skin are being held captive against their will, being thrown like unwanted garbage in cages while innocent alongside some who are actually guilty. Innocence and guilt are not valid credentials for crimes against humanity. Last Columbus Day my friend Sean who is an American citizen by birth in Michigan was picked up coming out of a barber shop because he is of Arab descent. He was in a cell for 4 days. He was not accused of anything. There were no charges. Handcuffed in the back of a van because he is not white. I cannot set aside Justice because of a calendar day and say happy 4th of July. I cannot and won't do that. However I have been reminded of what I truly believe is the authentic American Spirit which unveiled itself in the kindness and the generosity of all of you and the high school group led by Molly who has a little campaign going called 'Jesus Legs' to assist me. I will kindly acknowledge one week from today on July 4th the Spirit upon which our country was founded, although it falters presently enough faithful good-will remains that if we continue to nurture good intentions for all neighbors as these kids have done then maybe ‘independence without selection’ will bloom once for all. I will celebrate the proclamation which claims 'give me your tired and you're poor and you're hungry' knowing that there are over 48,500 individual food pantries in the United States that hand out food accompanied with basic necessities for the homeless as well as those who can pay their rent but stretched budgeting doesn't allow for three meals a day. The volunteers at the hospitals who offer assistance to people by calling for a nurse's aide or offering directions to outpatient x-ray. The volunteers with Habitat and the Red Cross. The church organizations such as St Vincent de Paul who help assist with utility bills and furniture provisions for the impoverished. Unethical government can take away supplemental food assistance and abolish Medicaid for those who have over $1,500 a month in their social security but the government cannot have our hearts. Though there are some hearts who are aligned with the cruelty of the present administration the authentic heart follows Jesus not just in word but in deed. I am the recipient of those following Jesus. This is the Christian spirit which was the rooted foundation of the American Spirit which is why we were at one time appropriately named the United States. I will celebrate the impact of giving and volunteering, the sacrifices for the benefit of neighbor including stranger. (Please consider reposting because I know according to Russell's posts there were thousands praying for me and this will help reach many with my heartfelt gratitude).

🎶Oops, I did it again. I played with your heart, got lost in the game. Oh, baby, baby #WeLoatheElon #smokefleet

@RHughesPhD76721 🫂ditto hugs ❤️

Russell here. So I made it to Ann Arbor and I walked into the hospital at 8:00 this morning. Man this is hard. Robert does not look good. He is immobilized and is dealing with spasms. They say he may get to go home tomorrow but I have to tell you Robert gave me one of the greatest gifts ever. His timing as always is perfect. Robert will never change and thank God for that. As soon as I opened the door to his room my eyes began to water and he looked and he saw me and his eyes watered also. (I need to remind you all of the post from four days ago when he made a little mistake with furniture polish rather than the proper usage of glass cleaner. He claims the cans look just alike. They don't and all of us know that). Neither of us could say anything because we were so choked up upon seeing each other. I leaned over and gave him a big squeeze hug. He was squeezing me back on my shoulders. And we were having a prolonged hug and I said, "We're going to get you through this," and then he whispered into my ear, "Russell, go clean that fucking mirror!" I never laughed so hard. That is what he is worried about! 🤣 😂 😂

@snufflewort 🧡🎂🧡🎂🧡🎂

Apparently it’s my balloon day!!! Love to all my friends and a FUCK YOU to CANCER!!! #fuckcancer 🎈🎂🎈🎂🎈🎂🎈🎂🎈