...has apparently pulled her blog, at least for now, "Granny Gets a Vibrator," because--or at any rate concurrent with--she has apparently developed lymphoma.
And no insurance. Her son (Finnegan's Wake-Up Call, heh) has started a PayPal account: if ever there was a good cause, i truly think this woman is one of them.
Thanks to alphabitch via Twisty Faster and two regulars thereon for the heads-up. That counts for something in my book.
So, you know, people caring, giving a crap, that is somewhat of a consolation;
i am trying not to let this one send me too far into the dark fog, but goddam.
another by all accounts and from what i knew of her online (oh yes: and quite young, mid-forties) woman just recently passed. From fucking cancer. Goddam motherfucking shitsucking cancer. after--no, i won't go into it. not really my story, of course. yeah, my mom had it too. is currently in remission (knock wood). oh yeah: is currently awaiting the results of that same genetic test TF took, btw.
but fuck i'm depressed about that, Liz. of ALL people. and people like motherfucking Dick Cheney just go on and on and on, and get the best of doctor treatment for their non-existent hearts because, well, that's how it is.
and all--or well most of them-- the coolest and most interesting, kindpeople i know are either out of work or otherwise struggling to keep their head above water to one degree or another, and what end in sight? what the fuck? and we are keeping this whole monolithic creaky countrysystem-whatever "number One" so that, what? "Coca-Cola, sometimes war." yepper. corporations are persons, is it? a handful of sociopathic fucks can continue to feed their gaping black hole of a soul with the wrong food (i.e. everyone else) and STILL never even be satisfied?
yeah, maybe revolution doesn't sound so bad at that. sure, put me up against the wall, what the fuck.
sorry, guys. anyway, if you can: go over to FinWake and maybe give some help or at least love. i'll be back to posting about spiritual uplift and kittens and shit shortly.