strength to your family Cindy...
Spike's Bitches 22: You've got Angel breath
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Oh, Cindy. Strength and health to the family. Did they say whether it had spread to the lymph nodes?
Oh, Cindy.
(((Cindy)))
(((Cindy and family)))
{{{Cindy and family}}}
{{{Cindy and family}}}
Ginger, she didn't say. My impression was that it would have to be biopsied, but I didn't want to ask m-i-l too many questions. I don't know how they know the cancer is ovarian already. When b-i-l called m-i-l, my s-i-l wasn't even back in her hospital room, yet. It was right after the surgery.
Thanks, everyone. I'm sorry I didn't say so before. I appreciate it. I'm just distracted. I'm trying to get ahold of another s-i-l, and I haven't said anything to the kids, because it doesn't seem right to tell them, without dh, or before he even knows, because it's his sister. I am not going to tell him while he's at work, unless he specifically asks me. In fact, I think I will wait until after he eats supper, unless he specifically asks me. I have to go out tonight too. Shoot. I forgot all about that. Meanwhile, Ben's been talking to me about baseball cards for the past hour, almost straight.
Shit, Cindy. Not good news. Your extended family seems way too acquainted with these hospital calls.
::hides Cindy's cigarettes::