I had a migraine for about seven or eight straight days, and I was unable to sleep most nights.

I can wholeheartedly apologize for not being at all sorry. And it really is the least I can do.

Like every aspect of cancer I've weathered thus far, today's experience was not at all demoralizing, expensive or humiliating. No, it was just plain fun.

My bedspread isn't washable. Since my bedding has to be washed every day, I'll have to throw it out.

Orphans, dead parents, lonely children at Christmas, morose spoken word recordings, everything you love about the holidays. Move the turkey over so you can fit your head in the oven.

I never have anything to talk about.

I know you aren't supposed to speak ill of the dead.