Instead of getting cancer, they should get a pony.
Here she comes now, and she wants her pony.
They thought she had cancer but that was phony
"They gave me drugs and I feel all right now"
She saddles it up, and she'll ride all night now
"Cause I feel all right, "
She says "Yeah" (Yeah) "Yeah" (Yeah) "Yeah" (Yeah) "Yeah" (Yeah) "Yeah"
(Ooh, I want my Po-po-popo pony) Oh you do?
(Ooh, I want my Po-po-popo pony) Is that true?
(Ooh, I want my Po-po-popo pony) Or you'll sue?
(Ooh, I want my Po-po-popo pony)
She says "Yeah" (Yeah) "Yeah" (Yeah) "Yeah" (Yeah) "Yeah" (Yeah) "Yeah"
It's getting not to be funny when something unexpectedly tragic happens to somebody and my brother says "And they told her she had a 95% cure rate from a little tumor, too."
And I'm dark and all, but shit, you know. A few times we all laughed, but basta already.
Just, you know, sharing the J. cancer response.
Wrod, erika.
I would rather die from hummingbird-induced cuteness than from cancer.
But since pretty much everybody who served in Romania in the decade we did has died of cancer around age 50, I figure my chances of dying by cuteness are slim.
{{{Cass}}}
and Cancer - sucks the big one.
hummingbirds, kittens, puppies and strange pairings between birds and mice - well, they all rock.
I keep hoping that one morning, my grandma will just have peacefully died while asleep, so that she can never feel any of this pain. Or as little as possible. I don't think that will happen but I can hope a little.
They're getting really good at pain management. Also, I figure we all wept through
Terms of Endearment,
despite knowing we were being emotionally manipulated, for a reason. When someone's illness is terminal, there's not an iota of shame in being a demandy, won't-take-no-for-an-answer person, when requesting an increase in pain meds for a loved one.
Her illness is sudden, now I hope her death can be also. At least I hope that it is as peaceful as possible.
Yes, this. I am so sorry Cass. If she has to go, I hope she goes softly, easily, and quickly. Love to you all.
I am sorry for the cancer and debt that is dogging the buffistas. I am acquainted with both and neither association has embiggened me.
Amen.
Cancer is stoopid. Way too many cool people die from it.
Cancer has also killed half of the Tasmanian devil population over the last five years.
Good lord. You don't see
that
on the cartoon.
