[cancer|personal] Trapped in a whirling morass of urgency, as my friends grow ever more distant

[jaylake]

Last night I dreamt something long and complex, which is now lost to me. However, at the end of it, I was in a coffee house on a college campus somewhere. It was indoors, part of a student union building or some such. The students around me were of various ages, and one or two had small children with them

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[threeoutside]

Your friends are not growing more distant just because we can't get to see you personally. We are still here. We are still feeling for you, wishing you the best possible, thinking about you. These are real things. We know you're hideously busy and feeling ill besides. We're still here.

[fjm]

We still love you. We are reading this and thinking of you, and we are here even when you can't see us.

[joycemocha]

What they said.

It also just seems to be a time of teh crazy urgent weird in so damn many lives right now. For example, on my working moms list, there are several moms with teen kids who have--for lack of a better word--cracked.

I don't think this is a norm. I think we're whirling toward--something, and what that is I have no idea (that I want to vocalize, that is).

Meanwhile, we understand. Hugs.

[martianmooncrab]

which is why I have a whiteboard calender, everything is subject to change without notice.. everything..

[asakiyume]

Well, I'll keep dropping by your journal to say hi. Maybe you'd like to see this twerking cherub, courtesy of barry_king.

[jaylake]

Uh, thank you for that twerking cherub?

[asakiyume]

Annnny time!