Much ~ma to your s-i-l and 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.
Cindy, I am so sorry for your family, and I hope everything works out. Cancer doesn't mean the end -- my mom had lung cancer, had to get 1/2 a lung removed, and she's doung fine. It can work out.
Tangent re: funny cigarettes: one of the weirdest yet oddly touching moments of my mom's cancer was when she was going through the radiation and was sick and I came right out and said "Mom, if you ever want to try marijuana for the nasuea, just let me know, ok?" and her reply was "Honey, that is so sweet!"
ita, I had a dream and thought of you in it last night! I was at a party and macking out with Vin Diesel and Paris Hilton came up and bitch-slapped me --she was jealous -- and I dropped a lovely spinning kick on her (something I canna do it RL) and went back to kissing VD, who was very inpressed, and I thought "ita would be so proud! And jealous!"
And then I was dreaming about renovating a spooky loft apartment owned by hillbilly Mafia.
That's what i get for reading "Awful Plastic Surgery" before I go to sleep, I guess.
Cindy, it was the substance that came to mind first is all.
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Take your pick...
Aw, Cindy. So very hard on her--and all of you who love her.
Thanks, Erin. It's the three instances in two years that is so scary. And I hear Ovarian Cancer and think Gilda. S-i-l has one little boy. He's 8. She's far away from the family, and she's been through so much, already.
Ah Trudy, now you're talking, honey.
Booze. After cat stacking, it's the best anti-anxiety on the market.
I understand. And I hope for the best.
Thinking of you and yours, Cindy.
"Mom, if you ever want to try marijuana for the nasuea, just let me know, ok?"
Les Invasions Barbares, IJS. Hurty, but so good.
Oh, god, I read the whole thing. Brain bleach!