holy hell i feel like shite
 

i really do. I wish i was dead.

were dead? or 'was' dead?

Neither. 'felt better' or 'wished that this known temporary overwhelming feeling of sickness were passed'.

were passed? or 'was' passed?

Past.

That's what you want. You'll get it. You'll get through it.

*hugs Bri* oh honey. It'll pass. Keep dropping by.

Chin up love, I cant imagine what you are going through, but I think about you often and send all my best wishes over the water!!

Oh and nice to see you :)

That sucks. I'm sorry, Brianna. But it will get better. You just have to get through this. You have the strength. You can do this.

thanks all. i am going thru that meno thing, too, b/c of chemo I've no hair now...i look like a freak and i don't know who i am anymore---i really don't./ it's so weird. i am so tired i can hardly type. back to the couch.

Bri, :(

If good wishes were phishes, your spam trap would have exploded.

Take care of yourself. Know that we are all rooting for you. ::bareheaded noogie::

Hang in there Bri. You can do it. Your hair will grow back. It is just a moment in time.

Bri - gorgeous as your air was - IT WAS NOT YOU.
You are a freak - freakily funny, intelligent, compassionate, and 100% percent woman.

We all love you and what the hell, if you want a place to talk without people judging you on your appearance we all picture you back when you back in front of that motorbike anyway.

Keep breathing in and out chick - you're going to get through this.

we've had a few hairless IoTDs lately... maybe you could... oh n/m.

we're rootin' for you and your roots!

Does like ALL the hair fall out, all over yer body?

You'll be awesome again soon Bri! Hang in there!

Yes. Chemo is designed to attack rapidly growing cells. Among the good rapidly growing cells is skin, hair, lining of the gut.

Because no one ever answered your question... the correct choice is "were" in all cases.

Wish and if are always followed by "were." There are a few others that qualify for the subjunctive case, but those are the biggies.

Hope you're feeling better very soon, Bri. If it stings that means it's working, that's what my mom always said...

:) thanks, clodfobble!

today, my gut is dissolving! YAY!

and, merc is correct. all the fast growing cells go bye bye. eyelashes, brows, all of it!

Hairless in winter? We'll have to start calling you Brrrrri.
Can you PM me your address?

I thought UT's hair joke was well played......


Hey....I think you're hot. You are like one of those divas that don't even need hair to look awesome.....Sorry you feel terrible. Would you like a photo of my butt? It's funny. It's like ageing cottage cheese in the fridge. But for some reason you can't quit looking at it...like a train-wreck. Ok I won't do that to ya. Hopefully they are giving you enough drugs so that you might forget the mental image of my arse. Anal Amnesia......Or maybe enough drugs that you cannot read this and get the mental image in the first place.
But, hopefully you won't forget that you are a cellarite....and log on...and keep us in the loop.

Hey when you get to feeling better you can punch me or make me dress funny at work or something. I'll give you a free-bri. :)
No really- you can pm me and I'll make a fool of myself and document it...Then you can laugh at me. Just make sure it doesn't involve my death or something.

Sorry lady, I hope you feel better soon.
Every tried fasting?

Chemo will force you to fast all by itself. No worries there.

But you should try your best to eat regularly, of course...and as healthily as you can.

Stay strong in your mind, Bri, even though your body feels blah right now. The chemo's only temporary, and it's doing good things for you!

A story to make you smile:

Years ago, when my aunt (the single funniest woman in the world) finished her chemo, my mother took her shopping downtown. They were crossing the street in the middle of downtown Columbus, and being the beautiful women they are, a man waiting at the light honked and waved. My Aunt Norma turned to him, threw her arms up (picture the YMCA dance), and pulled off her wig.

Mom still swears she laughed so hard she peed a little.

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Best wishes for a swift recovery, Bri. Sending good vibes your way. :)

I would also like to add that I love it when Clod talks like this. It makes me feel like I'm in on a scandalous secret.

It'd have been even funnier if the guy had then pulled off his.

Like -- who needs Red Hats?

Wot everyone else sed, Bri... hang in there, oogs and all.

ha ha.. i agree with the other guy, try fasting it works:)

'cept chocolate. Love you Bri.

I'm so confused, I haven’t got the hang of this cellar thing yet

Well welcome, and what are you trying to get the hang of?

I guess this thread isn't terribly self-expanatory -Bri is fighting breast cancer and currently undergoing chemotherapy. Generally, she's a rambunctuous soul, and a long-term-dwellar, so the joshing isn't as hearless as it may seem and the concern is very genuine.

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.