R, R, R to the F.
F, F, F to the A.
R to the F.
F to the A.
Sorry... old high school cheer (but we would use our high school initials instead: B.H.S.). I'm
just really excited to move forward and get some of this junk out of me. Aside from burning out any liver cancer lesions, Dr S. will do another biopsy to send out for further "paternity" testing... to identify this cancer once and for all. As Maury Povich would say... "Pancreatic cancer, you are NOT the father." :o) But we'll see who the daddy is soon enough.
|zip lining in 2009|
lots of love...
the old and the new little lisa lollipop
P.S. we could rock the hard hat look.