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12th-Jul-2009 02:00 am - From Twitter 07-11-2009
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  • 03:27:25: Getting ready to head for Baxter and help out in Race for the Cure. Loki's making eggs and bacon for me.
    [Edit to add, Race for the Cure was a very interesting experience.]

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Well Lucinda, I told you about 5 months ago that I thought the remission party was over.  Mom and hubby now started to notice something's wrong with me and they both came to the same conclusion.  I am thinking that I am skipping the money-pit that is the oncologist. I don't want a diagnosis.  I'd rather believe I'm temporarily sick than given a death sentence again.  I am too young, beautiful,  well-heeled and I have too much to do to deal with a bunch of immature white blood cells that breed too fast.

I'll be trying to do my best to recreate Mary's herbal tonics (now that she's no longer in practice,) and getting a few tanks of oxygen as a preventive measure.  I guess the car's engine failure thing came at a good time.  A vacation is just what I need.  My goals right now is to get toned, super healthy and beat this idiot lymph system bullshit.  If I do, I will be dancing my ass off for Pure Talent and earning more money than any of these piddly promo jobs can provide me.

I don't ask for your pity, money, sympathy, medical advice or tears.  All I ask is for your anger and for you to tell my body that, "VAS IS GONNA KICK YOUR ASS BACK INTO SHAPE WHETHER YOU WANT TO OR NOT."  Pray or have positive thoughts if it makes you feel better, but I'd rather you egg on this gladiatrix into victory.

Off to the dentist.
 
EDIT: I just came back to the dentist.  I spoke to dad on the phone as well.  He apparently suspected that this bitch came back as well.  He doesn't even live anywhere near me and the signs were obvious to him too.  FEH!

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