Ginger is the third person I know that cancer takes in the last five months (yeah, it's been a year). When I started yesterday the "why is it always the good people" thing, a friend replied with "because that's who you surround yourself with". Which is true.

I am hardly here as often as I want to, but I would like to tell you all that I cherish this place, and I cherish you. I was here yesterday evening, reading old posts, and I didn't just teared but also laughed. A lot.

You all are loved.

Shir, we don't know each other all that well, but I feel like I know you, from reading your posts, here.

You are such a positive force in this space. Thank you for being a Buffista.

Awww, Cindy. Thank you for your kind words.

It's good that I'm in Israel and meeting up with Shir today. What Shir says about this place goes for me too. You are all in my heart.

I am happy too for our meeting, Seska.

(Edited to add: and I'm also happy that Buffistas are there for one another. In a way, it was easier to go to bed last night, knowing that all of you will be holding Ginger in your hearts and thoughts and prayers while I'm asleep. So I could let go easier, and stop refreshing the board so many gorram times, dreading the updates but do not want to miss them either).

Oh, Ginger. Such a wonderful person and such a fighter. Sending so many hugs and warm wishes.

Fuck cancer.

Much love to you, Ginger. I will miss you.

I'm imaginging a puppy pile of us...

Met Seska and Wife. It was good. Now back at work.

I wish, so much, that there was anything that I could do other than sitting here, refreshing the board, and reading.

That's so cool, Seska and Shir! Aww. Still wishing the lot of us could be with ginger. So unfair, all this physical space nonsense n