Oh, Ginger. That is a truly awful day. Saying I'm sorry seems inadequate.
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Oh, Ginger. What a brutal gut-punch. I'm so sorry. Also, mad at the closed-up oncology office on your behalf. Also wishing we lived closer, or close at all.
Ginger, that is a day deserving of a meltdown. Can I send you some virtual bourbon?
Oh Ginger. (((hugs))) Why don't I pour you a nice virtual shot of that Eagle Ridge you liked?
Ugh, Ginger, I'm sorry. I'm so looking forward to seeing you in person soon.
May the terror be behind you soon, Ginger.
Ginger. Sending virtual hate bombs to fate.
Ginger, that is beyond yucky. I am so sorry.
That's pretty horrible. I'm sure people will step up for you, but we're all hoping it won't be for a long time.
I'm sorry Ginger.