Connie this is horrible news. Love from all of us to you and your husband.
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
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Fuck cancer, indeed. My philosophy is that five-year survival statistics reflect treatment standards that are eight to 10 years old. There have been some big advances in mantle cell lymphoma over the past few years, e.g., [link] [link]
Andi, Daniel, and Connie, you are in my thoughts and my heart.
Connie, I am so sorry. You guys are both in my thoughts. Your hubby has been through so much.
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- Kicks 2013
And now his daughter is in our living room yelling at him for not telling her separately--we posted on Facebook--and that she has been "respecting his desire to not have a relationship with her" which Was never said but which she assumed because . . . well.
She's all butthurt that she didn't get a separate, private heads up. And I am staying out of that room, because -- ok, I'm no longer staying out of that room.
The trailer park does not bring its drama to my house.
Ah, yes. The relatives that make your serious diagnosis All About Them.
Oh, god, now we have go to out to a restaurant and do this in public. Joy joy joy.
Oh, god, Connie. I'm so sorry. Both for the diagnosis, and the drama. Much strength and coping ~ma for both of you.
I get why she might want something different, but this is so not about her. And if once, she had to explain really bad news to other people - then she would get it.
I'm sorry Connie, sending you and your DH extra strength