I'm so sorry, Ginger.
Wash ,'War Stories'
Spike's Bitches 47: Someone Dangerous Could Get In
[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, Ginger, no.
Oh, fuck cancer! I'm sorry, Ginger.
So sorry, Ginger. All my fingers are crossed that they can do something about it.
I wish I even had the right words to say to you, Ginger, but I know nothing except you're a wonderful person, and I don't want you to have any pain or distress. Oh, how I wish people got what they deserved, because you would be sailing with the clearest skies and the steadiest of winds. I...I don't know.
Ginger, words fail other than I'm so sorry.
And oh HELL yeah, fuck fucking cancer!
Ginger, I'm so sorry. What Javachik said, and Amy, and everyone. Whatever we can do to help.
Ginger, I am so goddamn sorry. I wish I knew what else to do or say.
Thank you so much. I'd hate to face this without y'all. Right now, I'm repeating my mantra: All 5-year statistics are at least 5 years old. Now if only I didn't have to tell my mother. I'm going to wait until I know the next steps, at least.
Oh, Ginger, no... just NO, dammit.
Fuck fucking cancer up the ass with a rusty chainsaw sans lube.