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.
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.
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.
Oh, Ginger, I am so sorry, and anything I can do, same as everyone, I will.
I'm sorry, Ginger. I wish I had words to help.
Oh shit. Hoping for the best possible outcome, Ginger.