Ginger, words fail other than I'm so sorry.
And oh HELL yeah, fuck fucking cancer!
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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.
Oh, Ginger, I am sorry and angry and sad and sending you all the strength and comfort I can.
Tears are streaming down my face, Ginger. Fuck cancer. FUCK!
Oh, Ginger, I am sorry and angry and sad and sending you all the strength and comfort I can.
Well said. Ditto.
Also thoughts and prayers and an offer for any help you need that can be done from San Diego.
Ginger, all my love and strength to you. If there's anything I can do, let me know.
Aw, fuck cancer! I am so sorry, Ginger. All the ~ma in the world for it being in the 10% treatable. It will be my mantra.