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.
I am so sorry, Ginger. As so many people have said, please let me know if there is anything I can do.
Oh, Ginger. I am so so sorry.
Oh fuck. I am so sorry, Ginger. If there is anything I can do, please let me know.
I'm so sorry Ginger, sending you much ~ma and strength.
Please allow me to add to the chorus of "oh fuck, Ginger."
And you have all the ~ma.
FUCK.
Ginger, so much ~ma for you being in the 10%. And yes, the 5-year statistics are 5 years old, and great strides have been made.
Please, anything we can do to help, just ask.
Goddamnit, Ginger. I am so very sorry. I wish I could offer you more than words right now. Whatever you need, we are here....
Fuck cancer. And fuck 2012.
Oh Ginger, NO. Please let me know if there's something I can do. All the ~ma in the universe headed your way.