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Postcards of Grief

Mourning is a process.

Comments on breast cancer by proxy, written by a woman coping with the loss of her mother.

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

I'm coming down with a nasty cold. Yuck.

At 5:10 PM, Display said...: I'm working on it, believe me. I've got a cup of tea in one hand and a glass of OJ in the other.

And I'm typing with my feet!
At 4:18 AM, Anonymous said...: You will be loved, regardless of the snottiness of your nose.

Lydia
At 11:54 PM, Shelli said...: dag nab it! You gave it to Narda and I!

But I know, I know, at least I can take advil cold and sinus. So I won't taunt you with that.

oops. I think I just did...

OK, sending veggie chicken soup your way instead!