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

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.

I wish you a tolerable Thursday. That's all any of us can hope for.

I never have anything to talk about.

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.

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