"Yeah, but this is some pretty f&$!ed up yang!"
Like I said, we are a great match.
So I have cancer. Again. Pretty mind boggling. And it is totally unrelated to the cancer I had as a kid. I keep thinking I'm being Punked.
But, so it goes. The doctors are working on a plan of attack. Running more tests. Gathering information.
Preparing for battle.
I feel like Buffy. Give me something pointy and tell me where the Big Bad is. I just never knew I would need to learn to plural of apocalypse.