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My husband died a few months ago of cancer. He was 62, a composer, LOVED chocolate, and was English. He'd definitely approve of your celebration. He loved baking bread and when he said he was going to "turn out the bread," I'd say, "It's not done yet!" Because it sounded like "bring out the dead."

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After 15 years of taking care of my mom and nine years with my husband, and their dying less than two years apart, I'm finding myself so lost. I *would* trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday. 😞

For you young ones out there THIS is music.

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Cutting up the Epstein files into tiny bits and popping up with a "are you a robot" if you look at more than 20 pages is a bit of obstruction. Has anyone found a full index of pages? I bet not. Because it would make it too easy for news organizations to portion off their research.

Fuck Cancer!

Oops. I guess I messed up playing Texas Hold 'Em online. As a left-leaning female, I must have really sucked at it. Not, like the genius right-leaning men who come into the room and bet their entire stack, no matter what they have. Yeah. That gutshot was really impressive.

I notice there are two kinds of #FuckCancer. There is the "I beat this, Fuck this Cancer. I win." And the "Fuck Cancer, it stole the love of my life and my mom. Fuck this Cancer. I lost."

I am eternally grateful, though. I am #thankful I was given the most perfect and rare gift of a wonderfully reciprocated love. A match so well-made. Soulmates. I do wish we had more time together. #FuckCancer, though. #FuckCancer until it bleeds.

My heart continues, though so broken. My soul, or what's left of it, with raw, jagged edges from where his half (and a good part of mine) were torn from my life, stings and spasms. I've gained 15 pounds, trying to fill the emptiness inside with food I do not enjoy. I miss him. #FuckCancer.

Cancer is a fucking monster.

absofuckinglutely.

Fuck Cancer. My husband died two weeks ago. He was also brave. I know this sounds nutty, but he has been sending me signs that he's still around. The end of this life is not the end. Best wishes.

#SignalBoost

I hope you didn't discover this by experimentation.

They'll spin anything to make themselves look better.

"Let me be clear: The president has both the funding and the authority to fund SNAP during a shutdown. In fact, every other president in every other shutdown has done so. People going hungry in this instance is a choice that this president has made.”

Gov. Andy Beshear

Being in the thirties is not under-rated for those of us in our fifties.

Show us the socks, Noodle. Show us the socks.

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General Zod fully endorses Andrew Cuomo.

Pol Pot rises from the grave and officially endorses Andrew Cuomo!

the good-ole-boy network strikes again.

I really hope the cure comes soon. I wish it had come a decade ago to save my mom and husband. But, maybe it can save other people's moms and husbands.

Puppy hugs are the best.

To be fair, I just lost my husband five days ago. I will take what hugs I can get. I'm hurting so badly that I can't stand it. Of course, I think she has much more moral support than I do.

fuck cancer

I just can't.

Life is just a distraction until we die.

Fuck Cancer.

Every time I read something interesting, I want to talk to him about it. So much left to say. So many books left to read. So much laughter to share and movies to watch. I miss you, @v-tchitcherine.bsky.social. Oh, fucking hell how I miss you. my soulmate, my best friend, my everything. Fuck Cancer.

I think 988 is a chatbot. It's like they weren't even reading what i wrote.

My heart broken more than I ever thought possible. He was my life preserver. But, now he's gone. And I just stare at this stupid screen. Clicking stupid letters on the stupid keyboard. Fuck Cancer.

FUCK CANCER. F U C K I T . Fucking fuck fuck fuck fuck. Cancer is a damned fucking piece of shit disease. A foul, putrid, God damned fucking horror. Fuck cancer sideways, with a 10 foot splintery pole, followed by salt and lemon. Fuck it to fucking hell.