Oh Connie. I'm so sorry. We are here for you.
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Oh Connie, how hard. I hope it all goes as well as it can.
Connie, lymphoma DOES respond really well to chemo. It's -- if this is even something that can be said -- one of the "better" cancers to get, in terms of its responsiveness to chemo. One of my former co-workers had lymphoma and it went into remission with chemo. Not easy-peasy, but certainly beatable.
But that's clinical info, and doesn't really help you with the scary emotions right now. What can we do for you?
Oh, Connie. Fucking cancer.
God, just having someplace to say it flat out and swearing where I don't have to worry about Hubby finding out and fretting about it is a comfort.
I'm tired of having to be strong.
Fuck cancer. Fuck it right in its ugly little ears.
Oh, fucking hell, Connie. I'm so sorry.
I'm tired of having to be strong.
You don't have to be, here.
That's right, Connie, weep, wail, swear and rage here. We'll be doing it with you.