Oh my fuck, Ginger, I'm so sorry.
You've got my support. Just think of me as...as your... You know, I'm searching for 'supportive things' and I'm coming up all bras.
Xander ,'Empty Places'
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Polter-Cow - Apr 10, 2012 8:32:36 am PDT #11173 of 30001
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!
Kate P. - Apr 10, 2012 8:35:11 am PDT #11174 of 30001
That's the pain / That cuts a straight line down through the heart / We call it love
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.
erikaj - Apr 10, 2012 8:39:53 am PDT #11175 of 30001
"already on the kiss-cam with Karl Marx"-
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?)
juliana - Apr 10, 2012 8:46:18 am PDT #11176 of 30001
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
Ginger, love, I'm so sorry.
JenP - Apr 10, 2012 8:47:44 am PDT #11177 of 30001
Oh, Ginger, I am so sorry, and anything I can do, same as everyone, I will.
Fred Pete - Apr 10, 2012 8:58:28 am PDT #11178 of 30001
Ann, that's a ferret.
I'm sorry, Ginger. I wish I had words to help.
Tom Scola - Apr 10, 2012 9:11:12 am PDT #11179 of 30001
hwæt
Oh shit. Hoping for the best possible outcome, Ginger.
beth b - Apr 10, 2012 9:11:14 am PDT #11180 of 30001
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
I'so sorry Ginger . sending you some strenght from California and so is Matt
Laura - Apr 10, 2012 9:26:44 am PDT #11181 of 30001
Our wings are not tired.
Oh dear, Ginger. I am sorry to hear that awful news. What everyone has said about wanting to have something more concrete we can do. And yes, there is a curve and there are people in the % that beat the cancer.
I'll share my neighbor's story. He had the dreaded vicious aggressive pancreatic cancer. He had a couple years of gruesome treatment, lost a ton of weight, apparently diabetes is a related issue so he had miserable inability to heal issues, sold his business interests, said his goodbyes. The doctors had no encouraging words; they told his mother and partner maybe 5%, but he was in and out of critical because he didn't handle the treatments well. But he fought back somehow. And he shocked and surprised everyone, including himself. The last time I saw him out riding his bike he told me his doctor didn't want to see him for another year because his last few rounds of testing everything all showed him free and clear. And of course now he has to tell everyone he meets how to eat right and exercise and live our lives.
I do have to add that his partner's theory is that he is such an asshole neither god nor the devil want him. He could be right about that. The cancer is apparently cured, but he is still a jerk.
So I am not recommending that you start being a jerk, because I don't think that is the key. But I do want to send all the strength I have to you. May the doctors have a plan for treatment that works quickly and effectively.
meara - Apr 10, 2012 9:45:12 am PDT #11182 of 30001
Oh fuck, Ginger. That is awful--and especially awful that you FELT it for months and they futzed around trying to figure it out and making appointments for forever later. Goddamn.
There are many times when I'm glad Buffistas are scattered about and meet on the internet--wherever I go, there you are. And I go all over, a lot! Plus then sometimes when I go places, I get fun dinner companions! But this is one of those times when I really wish we were physically closer, to do things like drive you to appointments or take care of some housecleaning or errands or whatever. Damn.