midwestyankee
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You are my first mouse hero since my toddler years, when it was Mighty Mouse.
The difference? You're real life.![]()
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And a helluva lot better looking.

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You are my first mouse hero since my toddler years, when it was Mighty Mouse.
The difference? You're real life.![]()
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Dear Babyslave,
Keep up the fight, Babyslave and know that there are people who've never met you and still care and worry about you.
Red.
Dear Babyslave,
First, please know that I've doubled up on your positive vibes antennae, and that you are in my thoughts.
Last, know that you are in my thoughts, and your antennae are broadcasting away full blast.![]()
Dear Babyslave,
*repeat as needed*

For no one in particular,
Words I wish I could say to those around me.
I think that like with D/s, there are hard limits when battling cancer. There is a point when one says – enough is enough. I'm not to that point, but I can't deny that there is a STOP point in my head. When the fight simply has to come to an end. I can't do more than I can manage while remaining able to care for myself. Yes, I have help. There are people willing and wanting to take me to the doctors appointments, to do my shopping to help with household chores, laundry, when I can't do these things myself.
To date, I've been willing to compromise with my medical team. Not refusing treatment, but asking to hold off until I know I'm able to handle it. Until I can make arrangements for care for my parents, to find a place to stay until I can manage on my own, here. I love my team of doctors. But, there are times when they forget about ME, the person housing this disease, and only see the cancer. Hey, I get it. That's their job. But, I'm not a bunch of numbers, I'm not a film, I'm not a test result. I am more than the cancer. Already it pisses me off. That cancer plays a part in so many decisions I make. Things I MUST do, because of the cancer, things I can't do because of it. I refuse to be ONLY the cancer inside me.
Instead, I have these thoughts in my head, and feel guilty for them. I fear that when; IF -I reach that point when I say “Stop. I can do no more” I will be perceived as a quitter. I am NOT. But I refuse to die trying. I'd rather stop, and spend time doing things that please me rather than being in a bed, or a hospital room, or crouched over a toilet heaving my guts out. To be with those who matter, to be outside, not cooped up. I don't consider that giving up. I consider that making a choice to live. Live MY life in a way that I want to. Please don't me feel like shit if this comes to pass.
FYI? I plan on kicking cancers ass, and all of this will be moot, but I would rather have an idea in my head of how far I'm willing to go. How much of me I'm willing to lose. I look back over the last year, and fuck, but I miss the me I was then.
For one who may read this and worry – don't. There is no new news. I'm not hiding anything. I appreciate you standing by me, even when I've tried to push you away. That you've been willing to let me lead, to take what I need, give what I can. I adore you.

I'm not clever enough to say anything profound and meaningful. But here's a hug and prayers for you.![]()

You. Yes, you, DGE. I think, I really do..that if I were to ever have had a brother, I would have wished for him to be just like you. Someone to have gone tramping about the green spaces with, someone to tell me 'boys have cooties', someone to tag along after, to pester beyond belief with questions like "Why is the sky blue?" Someone to love and cherish for simply being himself. Supportive, incorrigible and a rock. That's why I feel icky when I drool over your delicious Avatars. It feels indecent and improper. (grin)
xoxo bsv
Babyslave.
Cancer has cooties. It must leave. Now.
It can never define you. You're right to not let anyone, doctors included, hand that part of you over to it.
Keep fighting.
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Yanno (though this certainly wasn't written to me, I'm going to stick my nose in and yell at you anyhoo), I was pretty damn certain that you weren't white trash at all long before I ever met you and Kitty. Within five minutes of the time I walked in through that KY apartment door, I *KNEW* you weren't who/what you so often try to portray yourself to be ... and occasionally it pisses me off that you have done this and continue to do it at least to some extent. I consider you a Friend, a damn good, caring one, and don't like to see you put down, either by others who don't know you and your innate and developed intelligence, or by you yourself, in an attempt to keep perhaps a little lower profile (for whatever reason).Sometimes, it's fun to show that I'm not nearly as white trash as I let people believe I am.
You are a young, intelligent, well-read, articulate person who is attractive both physically and intellectually. *Please* accept these facts in the spirit in which they are offered: with the hope that you will take them into your heart and continue to build the best you there possibly could be.
R


Yanno (though this certainly wasn't written to me, I'm going to stick my nose in and yell at you anyhoo), I was pretty damn certain that you weren't white trash at all long before I ever met you and Kitty. Within five minutes of the time I walked in through that KY apartment door, I *KNEW* you weren't who/what you so often try to portray yourself to be ... and occasionally it pisses me off that you have done this and continue to do it at least to some extent. I consider you a Friend, a damn good, caring one, and don't like to see you put down, either by others who don't know you and your innate and developed intelligence, or by you yourself, in an attempt to keep perhaps a little lower profile (for whatever reason).
You are a young, intelligent, well-read, articulate person who is attractive both physically and intellectually. *Please* accept these facts in the spirit in which they are offered: with the hope that you will take them into your heart and continue to build the best you there possibly could be.
R
Brava...
the bunneh!
(what HE said...!)
LISTEN TO THE MAN BUNNS!![]()
all three of you. 
