I heard that if you tithe 10% of your chemo money to the Tip Mug, Undertoad will spam your inbox with weird Japanese porno.

Lord, Bri, I cannot imagine how awful one must feel while pursuing chemo, but I've heard is just miserable.

Kisses, hugs, big good vibes and whatever else you need that I can send through aether to you, love.

More warm wishes and stuff from across the waves - Bri. Keep at it, grrrl!

Been away a few days, but I'm glad to see you checked in Bri. I've been thinking about you! You keep kickin the shit out of this thing!

thanks for all the good vibes--they are working as I am feeling more human today. I apologize for not being more clear in my initial post and confusing people--I was just so wiped out.

I've been googling taxotere--the chemo med I am on. It's made from the pine needles of the European yew tree-is that weird or what? How do people come UP with this stuff?

So very glad to hear from you. Keep fighting. You can beat this.

Research Bri, research. I heard about the Yew tree's cancer fighting properties years ago.

Bri, a dear friend here at work fought and won an extremely aggressive breast cancer. She is now 5 years cancer free (going on 6). You can do it honey, hang in there!

I'm having a weird writers block here. I can't write anything here that I would say.

I'm sending you a telepathic message instead.

Glad to hear today is a little easier Bri. Hang in there honey. There will come a time, pretty soon, when you can look back on all of this as something that happened. Thinkin good thoughts for you.

A mile frae Pentcaitland, on the road to the sea
Stands a yew tree a thousand years old
And the old women swear by the grey o' their hair
That it knows what the future will hold
For the shadows of Scotland stand round it
'Mid the kail and the corn and the kye
All the hopes and the fears of a thousand long years
Under the Lothian sky

Did you look through the haze o' the lang summer days
Tae the South and the far English border
A' the bonnets o' steel on Flodden's far field
Did they march by your side in good order
Did you ask them the price o' their glory
When you heard the great slaughter begin
For the dust o' their bones would rise up from the stones
To bring tears to the eyes o' the wind

Not once did you speak for the poor and the weak
When the moss-troopers lay in your shade
To count out the plunder and hide frae the thunder
And share out the spoils o' their raid
But you saw the smiles o' the gentry
And the laughter of lords at their gains
When the poor hunt the poor across mountain and moor
The rich man can keep them in chains

Did you no' think tae tell when John Knox himsel'
Preached under your branches sae black
To the poor common folk who would lift up the yoke
O' the bishops and priests frae their backs
But you knew the bargain he sold them
And freedom was only one part
For the price o' their souls was a gospel sae cold
It would freeze up the joy in their hearts

And I thought as I stood and laid hands on your wood
That it might be a kindness to fell you
One kiss o' the axe and you're freed frae the racks
O' the sad bloody tales that men tell you
But a wee bird flew out from your branches
And sang out as never before
And the words o' the song were a thousand years long
And to learn them's a long thousand more

Last chorus:
My bonnie yew tree
Tell me what CAN you see

that's beautiful, els.