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So. I've been a bit...muse-less lately, haven't really wanted to write much. Call it writer's block or something, I don't know, I just haven't been inspired. Too much crap going on, I guess.
My aunt's been having some trouble; she was fighting breast cancer for quite a while, but just recently finished with the chemo and radiation. However, last night she went to the hospital because she was suffering severe abdominal pain, was there from 10pm to 2am, and discovered that there is more cancer, this time on her ovary.
She's decided not to go through the chemo and radiation again. Of course this has everyone very concerned for her health, so if I take longer than usual to get to my messages, I'm sorry, it's nothing personal, it's just that I've got a lot here to be getting on with.
EDIT:
Semi-good news, the doctors might be able to simply remove the ovary altogether, and as long as the cancer hasn't spread, that should get rid of it, with no chemo or radiation involved. Here's hoping.
EDIT EDIT:
This is pretty much totally unrelated to the topic except that it involves the same aunt that I've been talking about. Yeah.
So, my mom picked me up from my friend's house yesterday, and our conversation went something like this:
Mom: Hey, did you have a good time?
Me: Yeah, we watched movies all weekend.
Mom: Ah, cool. Oh, Aunt Vivian ran into a concrete wall running from the cops on her four-wheeler.
Me: ....Wut? O_O;;; Is she okay?!
Mom: XD She's got a broken nose, and her face is pretty cut up, she said she's got a fat lip from hell, but other than that, she's fine.
Me: ....Why was she running from the cops? O.o;;;
Mom: Oh, she always does that on the wheeler.
Me: ....And...she....ran into a concrete wall...? o____o;;;
Mom: Yeah.
Me: ........How??????
Mom: I don't know, she didn't say.
Me: .....Um.....so how much trouble is she in with the cops?
Mom: They took her wheeler, I guess that's it. X3 She's already been offered a bolt cutter, she's going down to the impound tomorrow night to get it.
Me: ...........O-kaaaaaaaay. ._________.;;;
Mom: Hey, d'you want to stop up at the Ridge and get something to eat?
Me: ...........................................
Mom:
Me: .............Sure.
Mom:
And that was that. -.-
Hungry
Mortified
Tired
I want an emullamaduck for Christmas, and only an emullamaduck will do, don't want a doll, no dinky Tinker Toy, I want an emullamaduck to play with and enjoy! I want an emullamaduck for Christmas~ 
