Fuck cancer.
Amen
Could I have some sleep~ma and no-anxiety~ma, please? I am not having a good week, and the direction my thoughts have been heading lately have been scaring me a little.
'The Killer In Me'
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Fuck cancer.
Amen
Could I have some sleep~ma and no-anxiety~ma, please? I am not having a good week, and the direction my thoughts have been heading lately have been scaring me a little.
{{Anne}} Sleep sweet~ma and calm~ma as much as you need.
Much calm~ma to you, Anne. I hope you have a restful night and a much better day tomorrow.
Anne, may your mind be fully aware of the love so many people have for you, here and elsewhere, leading you to sweeter thoughts and healing dreams, as your body rests and restores itself for the rigors of the coming day. Sleep well.
We are home. So tired. Headache. Food.
Thank you all.
Anne, what can I do to help settle your thoughts?
The hospital has free wifi, but the net nanny won't me me into Facebook, and now it won't let me into Gmail, either.Of course they won't let you into Gmail. With that size of an account, it HAS to be full of pron! Best to just block it, JIC.
{{{{Anne}}}}
{{{{Sean}}}}
{{{{All the Bitches}}}}
{{{Anne}}} Much calm~ma and sleep~ma.
Suzi, hang in there! And so much health~ma to your mom. Good grief, universe! This poor woman has had enough!
FUCK YOU, CANCER, YOU FUCKING FUCK.
SO. SO. This. I came home from work to an e-mail letting me know that one of the women I respect most in the world has let go and will probably die in the next 24-48 hours. And I'm kicking myself for not getting that note in the mail to her that I've been meaning to write for over a week now. This woman is amazing. She's had cancer three times, and beat it twice--the second time it was diagnosed as stage 4. She got complete clean bill of health, but a year later it was back in other places. Now it's everywhere. She went to visit her daughter (who is about 16, severely disabled, and lives in an assisted living environment except for every other weekend or so) for the last time on Sunday, and K completely didn't understand this was the probably the last time she was going to see her mom. It just breaks every bit of my heart.
I am sick of seeing people I love in pain. This woman is quite possibly the strongest person I know. I just...