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Sometimes my curls bounce into my peripheral and startle me. This makes me a crazy person in action,
Throughout every day.

My mom is entering into medical trials after her chemo is finished.

I used to go back and forth bantering with Crosaire 100+ text messages, daily. I really miss that. I miss him too, but I don't want to. It's not the same as wanting him back in my life.
I saw this picture of him and his lady love that somehow made me understand them; how they're more suited for each other than I am for him. I realize that our all-day, every-day, conversations are no longer appropriate for him. I don't feel like our fight caused them to reconcile; that was predestined. He was just crying wolf for the mutually desired possibilities of what could temporarily be. I am glad I didn't fall into that trap, it would have shattered the core of my essence.
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Tomorrow is mom's second to last cycle of chemotherapy. A cycle consists of 21 days. Last time around, she had 3 treatments per cycle. This time, its 1 treatment per cycle. Different drugs though,- supposed to be easier on her in *very* specific ways. Overall; it seems just as harsh on her as the taxol.
I am very proud of her for making the decision to enter clinical trials. Our consultation appointment is the day after tomorrow.
Dear God, please protect her, and bless her. I beg you to let her get the best possible treatment, (and not a placebo), that she may have a long happy life with me. In the name of Jesus Christ Amen.
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