Separately - Susan I'm sorry. Sending best possible wishes to your mom and your family.
'Heart Of Gold'
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Oh, Susan, I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry, Susan. Wishing strength to you and yours.
I'm so sorry, Susan.
Health~ma to Steph's dad and Susan's mom. I'm sorry, Susan.
In further cancer sucks news, I'm posting from the hospital lobby - GF's dad was admitted today because he's so weak he can't walk. He has decided to do chemo so we're nearing the end, one way or another.
Susan, insent.
I fucking hate cancer.
Oh, fuck, Susan. I'm so sorry.
Susan I am so sorry.
I'm so sorry, Susan. You and your mother are in my prayers.
And much peace and strength to your GF and her dad, GC.
Fucking cancer, indeed. Bastard.
I haven't gotten anything yet, Plei, but gmail has been a little squirrely lately.
And much peace and strength to your GF and her dad, GC.
Echoing this.