I am so sorry, ita.
Oh, ita. I'm so sorry. I really wish you didn't have to deal with this. If you want to commiserate, feel free to email/call me. If you want to go home, go home. Cancer's a big deal regardless, and unless it expressly violates your mother's wishes, being there with her will do you both good.
Fuck cancer with a rusty chainsaw sideways without any lube. I am so goddamned sick of this disease touching people I care about.
Maria said all this as well as it can be said, so I'll just point and nod.
ita, I'm so sorry. Fuck cancer.
Oh fuck, ita. I'm so sorry.
Maria, you and your recent troubles did remind me that I am long past due for the dermatologist, so I have that set up next month. How are things going for DH, and all of you?
Oh, ita. I am so so sorry.
Maria said everything perfectly, so I'll agree with her and Perkins.
ita, I'm so sorry. Fuck cancer, indeed.
Damn, ita, I am so sorry. Fuck cancer, indeed.
Oh fucking hell, ita. Maria expressed what I am thinking exactly.
ita. That's all I've got.
ION, my Nemesis blew off deadlines she had assigned herself, and when I asked about the projects, misrepresented the dates she had given.
Do I challenge her on it? Just send the evidence to my boss? Ask if I can help because clearly she's too busy to get all her work done on time? (Which is frankly the truth.)