Yay for super boyfriend!

Pain and medication and feeling like you're dying... been there, never ever wanna go bacl, want to drag you out, too, because nobody deserves that. Or at least not your body or mine. No's might deserve it, but I don't really know the guy, can't say either way.

Big hugs. Check. Will do.

Love you!

Well good morning! I want to thank you guys for the well wishes, prayers and such. As of the present moment, everything is all clear. I have to go back in a month to make sure that everything stays that way. The surgery itself was extremely painful, I felt like I was going to die for about 12 hours afterwards, and considered a sex-change. Damien, I think, had it worse than me though. Poor thing sat up with me all night, hugging me and listening to my sobs and moaning, held me down during the seizures, and still went to work from 6am-7pm that day, oh yes, he's my super boyfriend. lol. However, I feel fine now, just having the *time of my life* dealing with all the gross medicines and stuff. You guys would not believe what they have me doing with that stuff...ew.

I'm so glad that I have you two though. I miss you.

Anna...Give your parents and yourself big hugs for me?? hehe

Whitters...I don't know where you are, but I'm thinking about you!! Big Love...Lots and Lots of Big Love.

Love you guys!

Good luck tomorrow. Or technically today, but only by about 23 minutes, hardly seems worth counting.

I love. I still love you and guess what? My parents love you, too.

We hope. We pray. We love.

I love you so much for that.

You quit. You quit. I knew I liked Damien for a reason!

I think about both of you. Not constantly, but it's in my mind now, that I have the two of you to turn to. For a long time it wasn't. Not because you guys had ever turned away from me or let me down, but because I'd pulled away. Being the way that I am you guys didn't push and that made it very easy for my troubled little mind to say, they don't care about me. As much as I knew otherwise, it was still there.

Now it's not.