Curt is jaundice, thin, hungry, tired, and probably irritable though it doesn't show. He's a hero to his son and a perfect husband for Holly. As the days move forward he gets thinner and I get more and more scared. I'm starting to loose a little sleep but still manage to stay hopeful for them. This is not to say that I'm not so pissed off at the Gods of bad luck for landing this tumor of fuckity fuck fuck on my best friend and her family. So to retaliate I bought this today...
The doctors are pretty sure that Curt has Pancreatic Cancer (PanCan) but won't say for sure until after the surgery (Thursday) so I'm holding off on buying the PanCan sticker for my car & the bracelet, jogging for Pan Can, donating my salary to PanCan, and dying my hair dark purple (that's the ribbon color of PanCan). Instead I'm going to sit at home and make ribbons, dark purple ones, to wear during his 6 hours surgery on Thursday. If they pop out and say it's cancer of the la-dee-da -- I'll just switch up my colors. The "Cancer Sucks" T-shirt really covers all avenues. Depending on how bad this bitch gets I might make an actual "Fuckity fuck fuck" t-shirt instead.....
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