Mr Peabody just bit my sister. I think it's time to go home.
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Mr Peabody is a moose?!?!?!?!
Hubby got his cancer diagnosis today. The following paragraph from Wikipedia summarizes what the oncologist said:
Mantle cell lymphoma (MCL) is one of the rarest of the non-Hodgkin's lymphomas (NHLs), comprising about 6% of NHL cases.[1] There are only about 15,000 patients presently in the U.S. (The prevalence seems to be somewhat higher in Europe.) MCL is difficult to treat and seldom considered cured. Median survival times were about 3 years, but are now estimated as approaching 6 years for new patients.
He's had it for two years, probably. That's when the symptoms started--and his have been textbook.
In other words--odds are high I'll be a widow by 60.
Oh, fuck, Connie. I'm so sorry.
Oh, Connie. I'm so sorry. Fuck cancer!
Oh, Connie. I am so sorry. Fuck cancer!!
Oh, no, Connie.
I am so sorry, Connie.
Fuck cancer! I'm sorry, Connie.
Aww, crap, Connie. I'm so sorry the streak of weird-ass diseases had to continue this way -- fuck cancer indeed.