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.
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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.
Oh Ginger.
goddamn it.
I'm thinking of you, Ginger.
Oh, Ginger. I am so sorry. (Okay, I am actually crying really hard and had to explain why to the kids.) I cannot imagine having to tell my mother something like that.
Damn it, Ginger. I'm so sorry. Everyone else has written more eloquently than I can, but what everyone else said about if you need anything at all please let me know. Vibing so hard that you are in the 10%.
Ginger, my family is thinking of you right now. You are in our hearts.
Flying fuck, Ginger. I am so sorry. If there is something I can do, I will do it.
Delurking to say I am so sorry for the less than desired news. Sending you all the healing-ma I have.
Oh, Ginger, no!