This past Monday was chemo day. I feel like crap.
Monday also marked 4 years to the day that my mother died. I still can't bring myself to call it an anniversary.
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At the tender age of 35 our fiercely intrepid, and quietly handsome hero, Lunchbox Willy, was diagnosed with stage IV colon cancer. With a song in his heart and his loyal sidekick Pogo Pete at his...um...well...side, Willy continues to fight for justice, peace, and proper grammar. Pogo Pete is the sort of fellow that will ask you to darn his socks, and then leave the milk out. Lunchbox Willy is strong, clever, and I should mention, handsome. These are their stories.
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