Susan, insent.
I fucking hate cancer.
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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.
It really has been squirrelly.
Man, between Susan's mom, GC's F-should-be-in-L, and my friend S's stepdad, this has been Crappy Cancer News Network Day.
Oh, Susan. I'm so sorry to hear that. What an awful shock.
Susan - I'm sorry. and Cancer - sucks.
Teppy - I am glad to her about the strange and wonderful thing that is your dad's heart
I'm so sorry, Susan. And GC & GF. And all the people here dealing with the agony of loved ones suffering with illness. All kinds of wishes for strength and patience and peace. It is easier to deal with our own pain than that of our family. I hope that we can be here for you to some degree while you are there for them.
Crushes: Oh dear, mine go back so many decades, so too many to count. One of the earliest, early 60s, was McCartney, Pierce Brosnan clearly mine (note real name), had a big thing for Michael Jackson in the early 80s, rather fond of the namesake of our thread for a time too. Most of the previously named crushes made my list. And new ones added all the time! Crushes are one of my favorite things.
The House of Reason needs this chair.