tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601160755672572396.post3812124973361051315..comments2023-06-25T08:56:26.348+01:00Comments on Famous last words: Keeping me on my toesJean Trainorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00355758875124953928noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601160755672572396.post-46141206874368811042011-01-25T14:00:13.350+00:002011-01-25T14:00:13.350+00:00Aw, Jean, I've been pretending I don't hav...Aw, Jean, I've been pretending I don't have cancer for a few months and so have been neither blogging myself nor checking your blog. <br /><br />But today I decided to peek at your status before going to work, and now I am all caught up with you. Holy Crap. Hang in there woman. The good thing is that you are still you, funny and biting, even if you are now rolling instead of walking. <br /><br />In North Carolina, people always want to pray for each other, and so when I mention that the lady in England with the same cancer as me is temporarily in a wheelchair, all my pals here will pray for you, which I hope is okay with you.Karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03468419453933290762noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601160755672572396.post-34662065872172595442011-01-22T14:28:57.123+00:002011-01-22T14:28:57.123+00:00Hug, Jean. May you face each day in sunshine with...Hug, Jean. May you face each day in sunshine with love.Lynda Halliger Otvos (Lynda M O)https://www.blogger.com/profile/08938791116446859160noreply@blogger.com