elephantsdancerealfunky
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« Reply #2 on: February 15, 2010, 05:17:50 AM » |
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so I had a dead chicken
so I cooked it's liver in a pan
with onions
So my favorite friend, her dad died from cancer before I knew her
she says I remind her of her dad a lot. Apparently he was this fuck*ng artist type who would do stuff like compulsively put a smoke detector in every room of the house.
now she has cancer and is doing chemo... prognosis is fairly good... for now anyway. She had a bike accident and hit her head, so they did a scan, and they found this brain tumor, and even Mayo has no idea what to do with it, because they found the tumor very early, and this type of tumor is never found until it's in the process of killing someone, at which point you're screwed, so they were like, well, we'll cut out near the tumor the parts of your brain that you don't need, and let's do chemo for good measure, since we really have no idea how it will respond at this early stage.
Her sister has cancer too, but not in the brain, in the body, so prognosis for her sister is not so good.
I am starting to queue e-mail interactions with friends. FIFO. If I don't abandon the queue, when it's two three four weeks deep, it actually makes the interactions special, rather than when it's just procrastinated and I slip into FILO mode. All those FILO interactions, it's like life becomes a girl friend who's gonna leave you, but she hasn't articulated this fact yet, but she knows it, and you can feel it, and you deny it, but there's no denying that things have changed.
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