FUCK CANCER with every rusty implement that can be found.

I mean, there's less than 2 weeks to go in this godforsaken dumpster fire of a year, and still the sucker punches keep coming. What the fucking hell, man.

I didn't know Roger for very long, and didn't get a chance to know him very well, but he was kind and funny and quick-witted, and I enjoyed the time we spent together. He even briefly went back to his job during our second class session, and he was SO happy the day he came in and told us he went back to work. God damn it.

Even though he was clearly starting to decline by the second class period, and struggled for words a lot, during a routine where the whole class took turns in pairs, and swapped in and out of the pairs, so it was one long more-or-less connected scene, Roger managed to turn it into a scene where we were a town obsessed with weed. Funniest shit EVER.

I'm so sorry about your friend Roger, Steph.

How come awful people don't get cancer. Not that I'd wish it on anyone. I'm just saying, that's how it seems.

Well, here I don't imagine people would talk about someone awful in that context. And, in obituaries and so on, people try to find something positive to say.

I'm sorry about your friend, Steph.

Kitty~ma, Jilli.

Kittyma Jilli.

I'm having a bad night. I also can't find the refill of klonopon and that's not helping. I want to need it but mom's got bronchitis and coughing and taking cough medicine. I have started coughing and my ears hurt and I have to keep grounding myself. This is exhausting and Imy worried all my progress is going to be washed away.

{{{askye}}}

Kitty~ma, Jilli.

I'm currently having a coke and a package of peanut butter crackers for breakfast while waiting for new tires to be put on my car. I have. I bakig done and no gifts wrapped and still have half a dozen errands to do.

And someone just changed the station to Fox News. Please let my car be done soon.

We have the test results for Arthur. He has myloplastic syndrome (I think it's called/spelled). Basically, pre-leukemia. We're going to try to treat with stem cells (luckily, we still have plenty from his kidney transplant) and hope for remission. Otherwise, all we can do is monitor his bloodwork and then start chemotherapy when the leukemia develops.

I hate learning new medical terms.

Arthur is so lucky to have you!

Miss Kitty, on the other hand, worries me each day. She is throwing up more, but hasn't been losing weight. She had slight tremors. I called the vet and her recent blood work showed nothing troubling, so it would be tests I can't afford to see if there is anything we can do - though nothing with reverse the arthritis that is making her the most uncomfortable. I just...I hate seeing her stumble about but I just can't accept that this is the end for her.