I'm thinking of you, Ginger.
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.
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!
Ginger, I'm thinking of you.
This probably doesn't count as "doing anything" but I could not stop myself...it's like Elmore Leonard consulted on the world's grossest pixar movie, but maybe it will make someone smile. [link] Don't worry, Ginger, your immune system is quite a stud.
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 ! said what I don't have words for currently. I am so sorry, Ginger. Please, please let us know if there is anything we can possibly do.