Good story. Also, oooohh, the east coast Portland representing. Nice.
So, Hairpin. About 100 days ago, I donated some stem cells to my dad to combat his stage-4 lymphoma. Since then, we've just been waiting to see how things would go. Well, the 100 Day Later scans show no evidence of cancer in his marrow, nor in the rest of his body.
My dad is coming home cancer free.
I wonder if his girlfriend could procure, say, a Christopher Eccleston mask.
Sexiest Thing Alive: The Inexplicable Several Inches Between Timothy Olyphant's Shirt and Jeans
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We got the *official* news: My lovely Ladyfriend is cancer free after a really shitty 6 months of kicking ovarian cancer's ass With Fire (TM)! NO MOAR CANCER!
Astounding. Thank you, to both the incredibly brave author and Nicole for bringing it forward.
Mom: Thank you for not letting me go to the March for Life with my Catholic elementary school because I wanted to get out of class for the day. (I dropped that request like a hot potato once I got older and actually understood what was happening down there.) I am eternally grateful.
That reminds me of a Tumblr post I saw where someone said that a friend of theirs posted this on Facebook and meant for it to be a really negative thing:
@Jaya I refuse to call it Q Qream. That just sounds ridiqulous.
@harebell In (private Catholic) high school, we had one student's father come in and tell us about his torrid sexual affairs before giving his life to Jesus, and then he pleaded with us to sign these cards pledging our virginity to the sacred marriage altar. Of course, we just traded them with each other so we'd have each others' V Cards.