I'm so sorry Karl. What a beautiful tribute you wrote to her.
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I am so sorry, Karl. Fuck cancer indeed.
Fuck cancer, Karl. So sad to hear.
I'm sorry, Karl.
Oh, Karl. So sorry. Many virtual hugs to you and a raised glass to her spirit.
Zen - comment about something you have in common and/or ask a question about something in his profile that intrigues you. It sounds obvious and yet weird to contemplate, but I've found that people are much more likely to email back if you ask a question.
{{{Cashmere}}} I'm sorry to hear about your mom. Much ~ma to her and Fuck cancer.
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Deepest sympathies to Karl and Cashmere. I'm so sorry for your sadness.
Sorry Cashmere.
My grandma had it in the 1970s (with operation) and survived for decades afterward. Congenital heart failure took her out - which I think was due to her diabetes. Here's hoping your mother's can get dealt with quickly and successfully.