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.
'Shindig'
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.
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.
Oh, shit, ND. That's horrible. I'm so sorry.
Shit, Drew. I'm so sorry. While I don't wish drawn out suffering on anyone, I will say that those "days to live" estimates are often wrong and there are drugs that can really slow the growth of many cancers. It sounds like it might not apply to your father, but Stage 4 is not as gloomy as it used to be. Strength to you and Kristin and your family.
Peace to you and yours, Drew.
Much -ma to your whole family (of whatever sort)
oh fuck! Wow!
{{{{ND and Family}}}
peace~ma for ND, PixK, and ND family.
Fuck Cancer!
Oh, Drew. I am so sorry. Peace and ~ma to you and your family.