Well, fuck. Thank you Nurse Renee.
'Selfless'
Natter 77: I miss my friends. I miss my enemies. I miss the people I talked to every day.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
There are no words, so I’ll just say big love and peaceful vibes heading to your family. Continue to have all of you in my heart. Also - FUCK CANCER
JZ and David. I am so so sorry. Sending love.
Oh, I am so sorry. Sending you guys all my love. ❤️
Echoing all the sentiments. And sending so much love and support.
JZ has always lived in my heart as one of the best of us. 231 months ago, I came into this community with so much joy and enthusiasm. After being mean-girled into submission, I went back to lurking for a long time. When I resurfaced, JZ was the first to welcome me back. And, since then, she has always been supportive and kind. A true gift to my heart.
It is awful that she and her loved ones have to go through this. Just awful.
Having gone through similar stages with a number of people, either as a guide or an observer, I take each time as an opportunity to recalibrate my thinking about what life really means.
In the end, I'm simply grateful. For her. For all of you. For my capacity to love so much that it hurts this badly.
We are heartbroken that Jacqueline and all her loved ones have to endure this. I send all my love, as does Brendon. The helplessness of not being able to do anything but hold all of you in our hearts is so painful.
Hec and JZ, I have no words. This is just all-around shitty and heartbreaking. Sending you all my love.
Jacqueline is writing little emails to Matilda from her hospital bed.
Subject Line: On Love
"It's great. First love is rarely only love, though, and heartbreak is torture. My first love broke my heart three or four times, because I let him. It hurt just as badly every time, especially because every time I knew it was time to go but I couldn't bear to. If you can manage not to make that mistake, you'll be way ahead of me. When it's time to go, it's time to go; it does get better, no matter how much it feels like it never will; there is always someone else out there who'll make you feel all the good feels, no matter how much it feels like there can't possibly be anyone.
There, that's Mama's sack of cliches, borne of hard experience. I hope they help. Nana didn't share them with me, but I wish she had."
Beautiful. And so deeply true.
Like all of Jacqueline's writing, just perfect. Exquisitely perfect.