Bad news. Stage 4 cancer. Probably 2 weeks to 2 months to live.
'War Stories'
Spike's Bitches 41: Thrown together to stand against the forces of darkness
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Oh Drew, I am so very sorry. Much peace and strength to you and yours.
Oh shit. No words, Drew and Kristin. Just shit. And I am so sorry.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK, Drew. I'm so sorry.
Damn, Drew. I wish there was any way at all I could help, but as it is, all the strength in the world to everyone.
Oh Drew.
FUCK CANCER. SIDEWAYS. WITH A SPORK.
{{{{ND and Family}}}
The kick in the teeth is that I made it back up to LA last night and got up this morning to drive back to San Diego and I was so sick I couldn't make it out of bed. Finally feeling a little better now and will hopefully be able to drive back to San Diego later to tonight.
I'm so sorry, Drew.
Well, fuck. FUCK CANCER! I'm sorry, Drew. That is just sucktastic. {{{{Drew and family}}}}.
Shit. Drew, I'm so sorry.