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by MyDearFriend » Wed Mar 14, 2012 7:17 pm
FUCK, Tamara, I will be thinking about you on Friday, your "day off," fuck, I have been spending my "days off" running back and forth from my Mom's, I might have mentioned that she has fucking Alzheimers Disease??? My dear dear brother is the only one she listens to, and she's been staying at his house (he has a wonderful wife) for half of every week since October.
Did I mention somewhere here that my brother's been sick? Yeah, and one of the fucking doctors he consulted this week told him his cancer is "potentially survivable." Of course that doc is recruiting for a clinical trial at NIH. FUCK! Anyway, today I spent the day repeating, over and over, to my mother, that, no she can't go stay at my brother's right now, he's really sick, yes Mom it's cancer, no Mom it doesn't look good. No Mom we just talked to him on the phone. Yes Mom you spoke to him. No Mom there's nothing we can do for him right now except, let him get on with this while we take care of ourselves. No Mom, he's really pretty sick, he won't be coming to get you this week...
FUCK!!!
"BTW I'm not your wife so don't lie to me." -Ratty