Well, this isn’t really a “bicth” per se, just a “life” is a bitch.

My uncle found out last Wed. he has lung cancer that’s already spread to his liver and bones, and his doctor gave him one week to live. Think this doesn’t really happen?? I guess it does. He just celebrated his 30th wedding anniversary 3 weeks ago and life was great.

Guess my point is…..that’s how fast it can be over, guys. So if you want to bitch your face off, if it makes you feel better, go at er.

Life is just way too fucking short. Love you always, Uncle Jim. Hope your peace is fast and painless. 🙁

Make the best of it….

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  1. I’m sorry to hear about your uncle – a good friend of mine, at age 46, died a few years back pretty much the same way so I understand how you must feel. When you think about it, each day a person spends healthy really is a gift, isn’t it?

  2. Very sorry to hear that. I recently found out my grandmother had hemochromatosis that lead to cancer. She has about a year left, which I’m thankful for. One week isn’t long enough to say goodbye.

  3. Hokie Pokie, I’m sorry about your grandma, I lost my grandparents too. You don’t say goodbye rather you celebrate life, make them smile, have fun with them, give them a little joy. Never say goodbye as they will always be with you, in your heart and thoughts. My family celebrates their life on their birthdays! we get a cake and remember all the funny stuff. When my grandfather passed away this helped mom deal with it year after year. Start keeping a scrapbook of all things your grandmother did, said, pictures , memories. trust me this is the best way to celebrate their life but not say goodbye! hugs gingy

  4. Ginger is right. Celebrate her life to the fullest,1 year isn’t enough, 1 month isn’t enough, 1 week isn’t enough, 1 day isn’t enough. It’s never enough when its someone you love, I’m really sorry about your grandma, Hokie. But you still have her, make it the best year of her whole life. And lets just pray she isn’t in any or much pain during it. And it’s always “See you later….” I curse cancer. God, do I wish I see the cure in my generation. Probably too much to ask, but one can dream.

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