...because something else really got under my skin today and I clearly need to vent about it or I won't be able to focus enough to do the things I need to do today. So... let's go back in time, shall we, to late last summer. One of my best friends ' first child was born with some issues. Lil Spencer spent many a day in the NICU. While he was there, his terrified mother and my dear friend repeatedly made requests on facebook and the like that if people were so inclined to pray for her newborn son. Or if not the praying type, to send positive thoughts, good juju, whatever was right for them to send. I liked that. I liked the way she did that. "Please do what makes sense for you and within your beliefs to send some hope to my child." Now jump ahead a few months to when I was sick. From day one, people were praying for me. To a god (or gods) I don't believe in - not even in the slightest. But those prayers made sense for them - and I truly believe t
you did it. you kicked that fucking cancer's ASS!