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I lost my husband to kidney cancer too. What an awful disease. Please don't hesitate to vent here. We all get it. You aren't alone. I'd give anything to have my husband annoy me just one more time. Much love to you. 

I am so sorry. There are no words. 

One of my coworkers is trying to assist a recent widow who speaks limited English (my coworker speaks limited Mandarin). They are doing OK with the legal and logistical things, but she is, understandably, having a tough time and could really use someone whose been there to talk to in her first language. I offered to check here to see if anyone could help. Thanks! 

You are brave and strong. You can do this.

TooSoon, that is the most f'ed up thing I've ever read. Truly despicable. I am so sorry. I would never wish membership in this club on anyone, but I wish they could feel what it's like for a few hours.

Dug out once over in Bethlehem. No sign of a plough yet. Will dig out a second (and probably third and fourth) time after that. Drinking lots of coffee and working remotely. Hope you can get to NYC tomorrow! 

Congratulations and well done!

Done and thank you!

To pull myself out of the downward spiral I've been in the last four months and try to find some, any, measure of happiness. Or at least a desire to have a future. Thanks, everyone, for being here. I don't post often, but reading helps.

I love it too. He's an amazing person. I feel so lucky to be going. Xox to you too and see you on the 15th!

Wonderful news!

Thanks, everyone, for the kind words! It's so good to know that people get it. And, TS, fucking GMB is right. I thought of you immediately during the press conference.

I did manage to get two tickets through the fan club pre-sale to one of their shows in Toronto by constantly refreshing the page on two laptops. I'm going with Bob's sister. This seems fitting.

My husband's favourite band of all time was the Tragically Hip. He was at Queen's University when they were starting out. They became one of my favourites too (second only to Pearl Jam); the soundtrack of so many (mis)adventures. The band announced yesterday that their lead singer, Gord Downie, has been diagnosed with terminal cancer. I got the news alert from the CBC first thing yesterday morning and sobbed for half an hour. I am just gutted. I feel so terrible for his family and friends and this journey in front of them. And I feel like another piece of Bob is being ripped away. I wanted to share with people I knew would understand.

I am so sorry for your loss. I hate it too. I could never get pregnant despite years of trying. Each Mother's Day is a stab in the heart that is even worse since I lost Bob. If we'd been able to have a child at least I'd still have a piece of him and would still be part of a family. Big hugs to you.

I can't help with the Jesuits, but wanted to say I think this is wonderful. They'd be lucky to get you!

I want to add my thanks to Jess, Justin, Lewis, and everyone else who created this board. It's truly been a sanity-saver.

That is fantastic!

I am thrilled for Jimmy Carter and his family. And I've also been bracing myself for the "inspirational" memes and other things talking about how it was his positive attitude that saved him (with their underlying accusation that if those who didn't beat cancer had had a more positive attitude they would have lived). Bob couldn't have fought harder or had a more positive attitude and it was not his fault that the cancer beat him.

Thinking tons of good thoughts for you even though I know you got this.

This is not whining at all. This is too many balls in the air and it sounds to me like you're focussing on the right ones. There's me and a neighbourhood over here that can help if a car breaks down or you need bread or someone to mix you a very stiff drink. Lots of hugs and complete faith in you.

Hilarious, thank you!

Most of what I'd say has already been said. You owe your SIL nothing (that FB stuff is unbelievable). The kindness you continue to show your FIL demonstrates what a good human you are.

Thanks. It helps to hear it's not just me. I've just realized I forgot to feed my dog. :::head desk:::

I went to the gym today for a run. After I finished, my glasses weren't on the little shelf thing on the treadmill where I put them. I started looking and eventually had to get someone who works there to help me try to look under the treadmill and over the front where they could have fallen to the floor below. No joy and I was starting to feel a bit frantic. Then the woman on the next treadmill asks if I'm looking for a pair of glasses. They were on her treadmill. I had completely forgot that I started on that one and switched because the belt felt a bit dodgy. I know this normal, or as normal as anything is right now, but I seem to be doing stuff like this all the time these days. I miss my brain. 

Hello,

Checking in. I am five months and two days out. Bob. Kidney cancer. 51. Horrific death that I can't stop reliving. I was on the YWBB and must have been one of the last to get approved. I read every day and wouldn't still be here without you all, but struggle to post. Despite being a writer, I find that I can't articulate my feelings in words. Truly ironic. I also can't read books, which has been my escape since I was a child. At work, I wish it were the weekend. On weekends, I wish I were at work. I can't sleep much and must have the six-hour version of Pride & Prejudice playing on my iPad every night to get any rest. Let me add my tremendous gratitude that this place exists and my even greater sorrow that we are all here.