Be strong and brave for urself, ur dad and ur kid.

This made me cry. Hang in there xoxox

Wow. Tears. Wow.

((HUGS))

Oh my goodness. This made me cry. I have never met u Torrie, but I work with your husband. My thoughts and prayers are with the two of you and your entire family. Try to be strong sweetie. I know it's hard, but right now your dad needs you more than ever.

FUCK cancer.

Keep your head up!

My mother died of lung cancer 9 months ago. How can you put yourself in their shoes? They suffer more than you will ever. You complain constantly about your back problems, etc., but also complain when you weren't pregnant. You have not walked in a cancer victim's shoes, don't dare try to know what they feel. My mother never ever gave up, but the cancer took her, you think mentally they can keep themselves alive?
Sometimes you are so self-absorbed.

So sorry that you have to deal with all this.
Cancer does suck.

Great big hugs from someone who looks forward to your Thursday updates as a reminder of the good that is in this world in the midst of her own family crisis.

Elly, I'm so sorry that someone is putting a gun to your head and forcing you to read my self-absorbed personal blog.
It has obviously been going on for a while though because you seem to know me really well.
I know it's unbelievable to find complaining on a blog titled "I pretty much hate everything".
Thanks for being so understanding during such a tough time in my life.
Your compassion warms my selfish heart.

Oh, Elly. Everyone grieves differently, everyone processes things differently. Torrie has every single right to feel the way she feels. Emotions aren't objective; they're subjective.

Torrie, I'm sorry you're going through this at this time; the hormones certainly aren't helping anything. I hope your dad hangs on, too.

Oh Torrie, I am so sorry. You vent as much as you like and you know we're here for you. Cancer sucks more than anything else on earth and the people who have it are never the only victims.

Elly, perhaps you should show some compassion for Torrie and allow her to express her feelings on her own blog? As someone who has been there yourself I imagine that the situation with your mother might have made you very angry from time to time. Let Torrie be honest about how she's feeling so that she can have the strength to carry on fighting on her dad's behalf. My mother always used to say "If you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all". Maybe you should sit these posts out in future.

I am so sorry Torrie.
(((HUGS)))

oh my dear,
i can't imagine how frustrating this has to be.

i hope he somehow changes his mind about fighting. or at the very least, that you two can share the moment of him seeing your child for the first time.

xoxo

I am so sorry. How heart wrenching.

FUCK CANCER!!!!!

Torrie,
That was the best response to a blogbitch (Elly) I've ever heard/read.
You go girl!
oh, yeah and:
FUCK CANCER.

Oh man, girl. I'm sorry. Sending big hugs up to NYC.

Hey, darlin' ...

You know I know what you're going through. And I wish I could wrap you in a hug and tell you it'll be OK, but ... you know that'd be a lie.

Let me share with you, though, some wise and beautiful words from a wonderful mutual friend, Susie:

"I'm reminded of what someone who was dying told me. She said she didn't want to hear anyone say "It's going to be OK." Because the reality was, it wasn't going to be OK. She was dying from a slow, painful cancer, and "it" was going to suck.

But she wanted to hear that SHE would be OK. No matter what. When all was said and done, no matter how much IT sucked, SHE would be OK. That's sort of the message I carry around these days, these sucky days. So . . . if that's worth anything, I would pass that on to you. IT will suck. YOU will be OK."

And, I'm sure Susie would add, so will your amazing Dad.

My Mom's dying of cancer. It sucks. I wish she had the capacity to fight, because I want her to be around just a bit longer.

I want her to be around to see and hold my daughter's baby, whenever it comes. As if there will be some sort of magic in that moment, something passed through the touch or the seeing.

There's no magic in that moment, of course. The magic is long since there. My children, and my children's children, and their children will all carry a piece of my Mom. She may move from this plane to another, but she'll always be here.

I know it hurts to have fought so long and hard, but understand you didn't lose this battle. Through all this, you've gotten closer to your Dad, and you've let him see that his little girl is tough, defiant, and ready to take on the meanest kid on the block.

Can you understand what a gift that is for a father? He can rest now, if he chooses, because he can entrust you with his Granddaughter and know she'll be in the best and strongest hands possible.

There's always much to be bitter about - but we're not always bitter ... because bitterness is a choice. Decide if that's the way you want to go with this ...

... or whether whatever time you have left with your Dad is better spent in warmth, love, and celebration of a life well lived, hard fought, and marked by the only kind of success that really matters.

Aww, I'm sorry. I saw something in the news today that reminded me of you and him, something regarding the education part.

I'm sorry. :(

Oh, and Elly? As someone who had a parent with cancer, I would think that you would be a bit more compassionate regarding Torrie's struggle.

You can call her self-absorbed but damn, you're just freaking insensitive.

Hugs, girlie! -muah-

And FUCK CANCER!!!

That Elly person doesn't know you for shit.

Sending prayers your way.

Hey Torrie, sorry to hear about your dad. I went through something similar with my mother. I went into it a little bit over at the disco.

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