Tears are streaming down my face, Ginger. Fuck cancer. FUCK!
'Serenity'
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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.
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.
ita_! has more of the right words than I do.
I am thinking of you, Ginger. I wish I could help.
Oh my fuck, Ginger, I'm so sorry.
Oh fucking fuck, Ginger. God, I am so sorry, and hoping like hell that you're in the 10%.
If there's anything I can do for you in Nashville, please just let me know.
Somebody does have to be in the 10%. But that's awful. I'm sorry. (are you feeling well enough to do a tiny "Always wanted to..." today?)
Ginger, love, I'm so sorry.