Take me out of the ball game...

I seriously need a break from life. I am SO TIRED... the kind of tired no amount of sleep can remedy. Still no word from CandyGirl on the second email I sent her (in response to her profusely apologetic email). She probably wants to leave it alone 'til we can talk in person, which is fine. I'm kind of dreading seeing her in class on Wednesday, just because I know it will be ass-awkward. I'm still pretty mortified today, but less so. It's been quite some time since I've been really thorougly humiliated, so I figure I was about due for it anyway. Live, learn, then remove your foot from your mouth and move on.

In other even more depressing news, I found out late Sunday night that my friend's mother passed away. I knew the cancer was worse, but I really wasn't expecting her death to happen so soon. She wasn't even fifty. They were church friends of my family from way back in the day, and I remember Mrs. L babysitting for me, my brother, and my sister when our parents went on some retreat thing in Florida when I was about 8. She was a really awesome lady with incredible strength. Probably about 10 years ago, she underwent intensive surgery and was given a permanent traecheostomy due to respiratory problems (totally unrelated to the cancer), so she had to speak with one of those vibrator things for the rest of her life. She was diagnosed with breast cancer a few years ago, but it had been in remission until this year. She was at her daughter's (my friend's) wedding in August and looked fabulous. But the cancer soon spread and the chemo was ineffective and was making her unbearably ill, so she stopped treatment. I will always remember her fondly. I wish I could make it home for the memorial service tomorrow, but driving 6 hours (round trip) in one day just isn't feasible. But my dad and sister are going, and I asked Dad to give my best to the family. She left behind a husband and four kids (22, 19, 17, and 10).

In the wake of the untimely death of Mrs. L and of Breast Cancer Awareness Month, I implore you all (even you menfolk) to vigilantly keep track of your breast health... I've been to too many funerals already.