I've been listening more intently to music lyrics lately, mainly the music of The Killers since those are the CD's that are in my van and my kids are always requesting their songs and I happen to love them. One thing I love about music is that the same song can mean so many different things to different people. We tend to hear things that trigger memories of our own lives and bring all sorts of emotions up. So many songs have so many verses that just stir something in me, especially with the struggles of this journey.
There is one part of a song that hits close to home when I feel like a failure... that I'm not living up to what other people think I should be doing. "And I'm sick of all my judges, so scared of what they'll find..." No one is perfect. I think we are all scared of the skeletons in our closets... the things that we don't want anyone to know about... the things that we struggle with in our daily lives. We all have short comings and we aren't here to judge anyone. I still need to learn this. I think at times I'm learning it the hard way. I just hope in time I can be okay with myself. To let go of things I can't control and give up on trying to be perfect for the people that have no authority to judge me.
Most people that know me know that I struggle with a mental illness and with that comes the sick and twisted thoughts of suicide. One thing I wish people could understand is that we DON'T like to feel this way. We don't say we feel this way to get attention. It is a horrible thing to truly feel like a failure and be so miserable with life, lost, alone and sad that sometimes you really feel that death is the best option. It's such a consuming thought at times when emotions are raging and it feels like you can't physically deal with things anymore. I've felt as though every episode I can get through is a battle that is won. And spiritually speaking I feel that I am up against the devil every day. "I saw the devil wrapping up his hands, he's getting ready for the showdown..." He wants us to be miserable like him and I think that having a mental illness allows him easier access into our minds and helps to distort our thoughts about ourselves and about the reality of life. I can relate to Cinderella in this song... "Now Cinderella don't you go to sleep, it's such a bitter form of refuge. Why don't you know the kingdom's under siege and everybody needs you..." I can see 'sleep' meaning two things for me personally. Sleep as in sleeping excessively as those who suffer from depression often do. It is the only time we can get away from life, from our thoughts and emotions. It is a refuge... a safe place. I can also see 'sleep' as meaning death. Dealing with suicidal thoughts and thinking of 'going to sleep' as a way to shelter myself from the pain of dealing with the emotions and reality of the difficult things in life. The kingdom is under siege... my household and family is under fire from Satan and my family needs me. My kids still need me. My husband still needs me. I don't know... it gets me through my difficult times. It helps me to truly see that I need to keep 'fighting' the devil and his crafty ways. I need to 'endure to the end'. This song makes me cry every time and I think I know what it is truly about which makes me cry as well. Ah... life is hard for so many people... "If you can hold on...
If you can hold on... hold on........................."
"God gives us hope but we still fear what we don't know." This makes me think of Oliver dealing with what he has to think about on a daily basis. He knows what is going on. He knows he's dying and he has hope that he will live again, but he's still scared. I'm still scared of the unknown.
Anyways... there are so many other songs of theirs that stir something in me... these are just a few that I've been listening to a lot.
I'm so grateful for music.
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Breakdown city limits... ramblings of life.
Well... life is hard. Period. Oliver's health continues to decline. I've been feeling like I'm on the edge of a nervous breakdown. I feel as if I just can't deal with everything that is happening in my life. My mind races with so many emotions that I'm seemingly fine one minute and wanting to pull a 'Thelma and Louise' and drive off a cliff the next. I however wouldn't be flying over the edge in a sweet convertible with a crazy friend... it would just be myself in a light blue minivan. And... there really aren't any cliffs to speak of around here. All kidding aside, I feel calm enough now to joke about things, but really there are times that I just feel like I can't handle all that this life is throwing at us. Most people who know me know that I deal with things with humor most of the time. I think if I didn't I would be bawling every second of every day.
I'm so tired of being angry. I'm tired of feeling lost, alone, confused, exhausted. This has been such a trying time in life. I really hope this eventually has a happy ending. I don't want to be bitter. I don't want to live life jealous of the families whose children have survived their cancer. I want to be happy for them. Happy that their scans say "NED" (No Evidence of Disease). I'm jealous... I want Ollie's scans to show that the tumor has disappeared... that the cancer is gone. I don't want to be planning a freaking funeral for my 10 year old. I don't want to see his lifeless body laying in a child sized coffin. I don't want that picture imprinted in my memory. I don't want to walk into my living room and remember that 'he died here'. It's not fair. It's NOT fair. I don't want to hear, "He's in a better place." I don't want to hear "It's all part of the plan." I'm sick of hearing that. I'm sick of hearing what I 'should' do and how I 'should' feel. I'm sick of feeling like a failure because I have no control over my life. I have no control over what is happening to Oliver. I'm angry.
What is the right decision? We've chosen to have in home Hospice care and have him pass away here, but I don't know if I can handle being reminded that he died in a certain spot in our home, but I know that he is more comfortable here so I want to do what he wants to do. Obviously if there comes a time when he has to be in the hospital, we'd go there, but I just go back and forth with our decision. There is also the hospice house or the hospital, but we also have three other children. I just don't know what to do.
What is the right decision on funeral plans? I don't even want to have a funeral. I hate funerals. I know sometimes they are called a 'celebration of life', but I don't think I'd feel like celebrating anything. We are debating whether or not to have a private funeral just for family and close friends, but then... the people pleaser in me risks pissing off massive amounts of people. Oh well. I need to get over it. As a good friend said the other day... no matter what you do... you can't please everyone... someone is always mad about something. So true... in our own little world... someone is always mad that I gave them the wrong color sippy cup or made the wrong thing for dinner. UGH... life is hard.
Everyone has their opinion and sometimes... I just don't want to hear people's opinion. Maybe that's why I've been more of a hermit the last two years. I'm just sick of the advice people give without me asking for it. I'm sick of all the 'well you should...' and 'I know exactly how you feel...' stories. I know I 'should' have a thicker skin, but it's hard for me to let things just slide off my back. It's so much easier said than done.
Ed is sleeping on the love seat and Oliver is actually sleeping in his hospital bed with his oxygen on. Usually Oliver is on the love seat and Ed is either on the couch or in the hospital bed. Oliver wants Ed to sleep in the living room with him and be around at all times. I can no longer lift Oliver up to help him use the restroom so Ed is here all of the time now. He's almost used up all of his vacation for the year and will be starting his Family Medical Leave soon. Ahhhh... no paychecks for us... fantastic. Yeah... so financially speaking... we are pretty much at a loss. I just don't know what to do. Cash out our 401 k... I think that is the only way we can live for the next few months. Everything medical is out of pocket now for several thousands of dollars and we have to come up with the thousand dollar monthly premiums. Awesome. Then... to top it all off, Ed tells me that you can only have FMLA for like 3 months... so if Oliver miraculously hangs on until May or June, he may be out of a job. I hope they wouldn't do that to him, but they could if he's missed a lot of work. So... mentally, physically, spiritually, financially... I'm spent. It's not like we live in a nice house that we could downsize... we live in 'a bad part of town' and our house payment is less than what we would pay in rent right now for a rental house or apartment that would house us all. I'm just at a loss. Where do we go from here??? I now see why people drink themselves into oblivion. I just want to be numb. I know that it doesn't help the problem in the long run... but man... it would be nice not to be in so much pain and worry all the time. I'm just at a loss.
It's been hard because Ed and I never have time to spend alone because Ollie always wants us near. It would be nice to get to spend some time with Ed and we NEED to get together and discuss funeral plans. I hate talking about things like that in front of Oliver. We need to do it sooner rather than later, but there is always someone around in need of one thing or another. It feels like we've been living in a haze for the last two years. Nothing is ever planned out in stone because we never know what tomorrow brings... how Ollie will be feeling. We just fly by the seat of our pants all the time. I'm so tired of living in a fog, but who knows if life will ever be how it was before. I'm sure it won't be... I can already feel the change. I'm always feeling sick to my stomach just wondering what is around the next corner. No matter how hard I dig my nails in... the inevitable will happen. Life continues to go on.
I started going to a class at church that will hopefully be able to help me deal with certain things. I didn't feel so alone in struggling with certain things in life. I need to learn to give myself a break... to not be so hard on myself... to keep trying... to hold on. I need to be okay with feeling the feelings that I have. I'm angry... okay... it's okay to not like what is happening in life. Hopefully this class will help sort out some things and uncloud things for me. I need all the help I can get.
I'm so tired of being angry. I'm tired of feeling lost, alone, confused, exhausted. This has been such a trying time in life. I really hope this eventually has a happy ending. I don't want to be bitter. I don't want to live life jealous of the families whose children have survived their cancer. I want to be happy for them. Happy that their scans say "NED" (No Evidence of Disease). I'm jealous... I want Ollie's scans to show that the tumor has disappeared... that the cancer is gone. I don't want to be planning a freaking funeral for my 10 year old. I don't want to see his lifeless body laying in a child sized coffin. I don't want that picture imprinted in my memory. I don't want to walk into my living room and remember that 'he died here'. It's not fair. It's NOT fair. I don't want to hear, "He's in a better place." I don't want to hear "It's all part of the plan." I'm sick of hearing that. I'm sick of hearing what I 'should' do and how I 'should' feel. I'm sick of feeling like a failure because I have no control over my life. I have no control over what is happening to Oliver. I'm angry.
What is the right decision? We've chosen to have in home Hospice care and have him pass away here, but I don't know if I can handle being reminded that he died in a certain spot in our home, but I know that he is more comfortable here so I want to do what he wants to do. Obviously if there comes a time when he has to be in the hospital, we'd go there, but I just go back and forth with our decision. There is also the hospice house or the hospital, but we also have three other children. I just don't know what to do.
What is the right decision on funeral plans? I don't even want to have a funeral. I hate funerals. I know sometimes they are called a 'celebration of life', but I don't think I'd feel like celebrating anything. We are debating whether or not to have a private funeral just for family and close friends, but then... the people pleaser in me risks pissing off massive amounts of people. Oh well. I need to get over it. As a good friend said the other day... no matter what you do... you can't please everyone... someone is always mad about something. So true... in our own little world... someone is always mad that I gave them the wrong color sippy cup or made the wrong thing for dinner. UGH... life is hard.
Everyone has their opinion and sometimes... I just don't want to hear people's opinion. Maybe that's why I've been more of a hermit the last two years. I'm just sick of the advice people give without me asking for it. I'm sick of all the 'well you should...' and 'I know exactly how you feel...' stories. I know I 'should' have a thicker skin, but it's hard for me to let things just slide off my back. It's so much easier said than done.
Ed is sleeping on the love seat and Oliver is actually sleeping in his hospital bed with his oxygen on. Usually Oliver is on the love seat and Ed is either on the couch or in the hospital bed. Oliver wants Ed to sleep in the living room with him and be around at all times. I can no longer lift Oliver up to help him use the restroom so Ed is here all of the time now. He's almost used up all of his vacation for the year and will be starting his Family Medical Leave soon. Ahhhh... no paychecks for us... fantastic. Yeah... so financially speaking... we are pretty much at a loss. I just don't know what to do. Cash out our 401 k... I think that is the only way we can live for the next few months. Everything medical is out of pocket now for several thousands of dollars and we have to come up with the thousand dollar monthly premiums. Awesome. Then... to top it all off, Ed tells me that you can only have FMLA for like 3 months... so if Oliver miraculously hangs on until May or June, he may be out of a job. I hope they wouldn't do that to him, but they could if he's missed a lot of work. So... mentally, physically, spiritually, financially... I'm spent. It's not like we live in a nice house that we could downsize... we live in 'a bad part of town' and our house payment is less than what we would pay in rent right now for a rental house or apartment that would house us all. I'm just at a loss. Where do we go from here??? I now see why people drink themselves into oblivion. I just want to be numb. I know that it doesn't help the problem in the long run... but man... it would be nice not to be in so much pain and worry all the time. I'm just at a loss.
It's been hard because Ed and I never have time to spend alone because Ollie always wants us near. It would be nice to get to spend some time with Ed and we NEED to get together and discuss funeral plans. I hate talking about things like that in front of Oliver. We need to do it sooner rather than later, but there is always someone around in need of one thing or another. It feels like we've been living in a haze for the last two years. Nothing is ever planned out in stone because we never know what tomorrow brings... how Ollie will be feeling. We just fly by the seat of our pants all the time. I'm so tired of living in a fog, but who knows if life will ever be how it was before. I'm sure it won't be... I can already feel the change. I'm always feeling sick to my stomach just wondering what is around the next corner. No matter how hard I dig my nails in... the inevitable will happen. Life continues to go on.
I started going to a class at church that will hopefully be able to help me deal with certain things. I didn't feel so alone in struggling with certain things in life. I need to learn to give myself a break... to not be so hard on myself... to keep trying... to hold on. I need to be okay with feeling the feelings that I have. I'm angry... okay... it's okay to not like what is happening in life. Hopefully this class will help sort out some things and uncloud things for me. I need all the help I can get.
Monday, January 16, 2012
The 'What ifs"...
So, what has been on my mind lately???
OLIVER...
Opening wounds in his groin area.
Always on oxygen. When his cheeks are really red that means that he's having trouble so we need to get him on oxygen.
I can't lift him anymore because of my own back problems.
Can't walk without assistance anymore, but tries to because he wants to be as independent as he can be. We are just worried about when he tries and then falls because he's just too weak.
His skin is so stretched out and thin in places because of the steroids that he's on. I'm scared that more areas will rip open and I've heard that it takes a while to heal.
He cries out of the blue and asks about death and heaven. This is a daily occurrence now. I know he's scared of being separated from us and scared of the unknown. He doesn't want to be alone and he doesn't want us, me in particular to be sad. We've been reading him lots of books about death and heaven and hope that it helps to calm him and reassure him. It's been rough because at times, even I don't know what I believe anymore.
He chokes on more and more things, which worries me.
The big question now is when to stop the steroid. Steroid side effects VS. Benefits of steroids. I just don't know how much it's helping. It could be helping him in his ability to still eat, speak, move, walk, not have headaches, etc. On the other hand, the steroids cause massive weight gain in such a short time that the areas of the skin can't handle it and stretch marks can split wide open. It also makes them more irritable and angry with other people. It really is an evil drug. I just don't know what to do. I know we'll talk with Ollie about it since we are always up front and honest with him about everything. We'll see.
FUNERAL ARRANGEMENTS
Who wants to even begin to think about this at any age, much less for a child that hasn't even begun to really live their life yet. It isn't right. It makes me sick just thinking about having to find a funeral home and pick out a casket and burial plot. I don't even know what all goes into planning a funeral anyways. I'm completely clueless and numb at this point, but I know we need to get things planned before Ollie passes because then I will be COMPLETELY useless and wrought with too many emotions to do anything. I really wish I could be at peace and find some shred of strength. I just want to scream. I want to plan some special things for it, but don't know what yet. I'll have to think about it like I'm planning a party. A celebration for Oliver I guess. I don't know... *sigh*
IN HOME CARE VS. Hospice House or inpatient Hospital care
Right now we have nurses coming into our home once a week to check Ollie's vitals. I'm not a nurse, but there are some things that I know to possibly expect to see in Oliver when the time draws near. Thank goodness for the DIPG Yahoo support group where I can ask questions and get real answers from other parents who have been through similar things... been through a similar hell at times. I just want his needs and wants met. For him to be comfortable and pain free in the end. I just don't know how much more I can take, seeing him failing so much... just deteriorating daily. It makes me sick.
OLIVER...
Opening wounds in his groin area.
Always on oxygen. When his cheeks are really red that means that he's having trouble so we need to get him on oxygen.
I can't lift him anymore because of my own back problems.
Can't walk without assistance anymore, but tries to because he wants to be as independent as he can be. We are just worried about when he tries and then falls because he's just too weak.
His skin is so stretched out and thin in places because of the steroids that he's on. I'm scared that more areas will rip open and I've heard that it takes a while to heal.
He cries out of the blue and asks about death and heaven. This is a daily occurrence now. I know he's scared of being separated from us and scared of the unknown. He doesn't want to be alone and he doesn't want us, me in particular to be sad. We've been reading him lots of books about death and heaven and hope that it helps to calm him and reassure him. It's been rough because at times, even I don't know what I believe anymore.
He chokes on more and more things, which worries me.
The big question now is when to stop the steroid. Steroid side effects VS. Benefits of steroids. I just don't know how much it's helping. It could be helping him in his ability to still eat, speak, move, walk, not have headaches, etc. On the other hand, the steroids cause massive weight gain in such a short time that the areas of the skin can't handle it and stretch marks can split wide open. It also makes them more irritable and angry with other people. It really is an evil drug. I just don't know what to do. I know we'll talk with Ollie about it since we are always up front and honest with him about everything. We'll see.
FUNERAL ARRANGEMENTS
Who wants to even begin to think about this at any age, much less for a child that hasn't even begun to really live their life yet. It isn't right. It makes me sick just thinking about having to find a funeral home and pick out a casket and burial plot. I don't even know what all goes into planning a funeral anyways. I'm completely clueless and numb at this point, but I know we need to get things planned before Ollie passes because then I will be COMPLETELY useless and wrought with too many emotions to do anything. I really wish I could be at peace and find some shred of strength. I just want to scream. I want to plan some special things for it, but don't know what yet. I'll have to think about it like I'm planning a party. A celebration for Oliver I guess. I don't know... *sigh*
IN HOME CARE VS. Hospice House or inpatient Hospital care
Right now we have nurses coming into our home once a week to check Ollie's vitals. I'm not a nurse, but there are some things that I know to possibly expect to see in Oliver when the time draws near. Thank goodness for the DIPG Yahoo support group where I can ask questions and get real answers from other parents who have been through similar things... been through a similar hell at times. I just want his needs and wants met. For him to be comfortable and pain free in the end. I just don't know how much more I can take, seeing him failing so much... just deteriorating daily. It makes me sick.
Friday, January 13, 2012
Post Christmas Gingerbread Houses and other January Randoms
January 2012
First of all, I would like to say THANK YOU to the family that donated their table and chairs to us. We've never had a new table or chairs. Our first table was given to us by a church friend and we bought some slightly mismatched and scratched chairs for it at a going out of business sale. Throughout our nearly 12 years of marriage we've had to say goodbye to several of our chairs. Many slow motion falls have happened throughout the years resulting an a pile of wooden rubble beneath our not so skinny behinds. So for a family of six, down to three chairs, we've been using upside down laundry baskets and Oliver's shower chair for our family dinners and the like. A wonderful stranger heard of our need and gladly gave us her table and six chairs. Bringing to mind a line from the movie Robots 'See a need... Fill a need'. I'm in love with the table already because it has a leaf in it and is so much bigger than our other one. We do so much at our kitchen table that I am thrilled to have gotten it. It will be in good hands... well... crafty hands. It will be well used. :O) So... here are some pictures of us actually making Gingerbread Houses... er... Graham cracker... er... candy houses! I don't have the patience or time to make my own gingerbread so graham crackers it is! ENJOY!!!
Kaylee and Daddy's house looks like it was condemned... hence the boo hoo look on Danny's face!
Playing with play dough. Making pizzas.
Thursday, January 5th
Tonight Oliver ate dinner and then complained of some stomach pain. He went to the restroom and had a bowel movement, but we didn't know if it was impacted bowels, kidney stones or his appendix or what it was. We called Hospice, but I just wanted to get him to the ER immediately because you could tell that he was experiencing a lot of pain and the children's dose of Tylenol wasn't doing much to help. So Ed and I drove him to the ER where we waited in the waiting room at least 15 to 20 minutes watching him writhe and groan in pain. We held his hands, held a wet towel on his head and sang him some songs to try and help him get through the pain until they could get him in a room and see him. We got him into a room and they did blood work and vitals and such and then he had a CT scan to check for what was possibly causing his pain. After a bit, his pain went away with no meds and the doctor came in later and said that he's full of crap. They said it was impacted bowels, gave us a laxative drink to get into him and told us to take cover because it can go through ya fast! Anyways... I'll leave the nasty stuff out... he feels much better now. I can't hardly stand watching him in pain. When I was singing to him I couldn't hardly get through some of the words without choking up. I'm going to need a lot more strength to be able to deal with all the things that are lying ahead.
PLEASE KEEP PRAYING FOR NO PAIN FOR OLIVER, FOR HIM TO BE AT PEACE WITH THE REALIZATION THAT HE WILL MOST LIKELY BE DYING SOON. PLEASE PRAY FOR OUR FAMILY TO BE ABLE TO HANDLE WHAT COMES, EMOTIONALLY, PHYSICALLY, FINANCIALLY. THIS HAS BEEN EXHAUSTING IN SO MANY DIFFERENT WAYS. THANK YOU FOR CONTINUING TO THINK OF US ALL IN YOUR PRAYERS.
First of all, I would like to say THANK YOU to the family that donated their table and chairs to us. We've never had a new table or chairs. Our first table was given to us by a church friend and we bought some slightly mismatched and scratched chairs for it at a going out of business sale. Throughout our nearly 12 years of marriage we've had to say goodbye to several of our chairs. Many slow motion falls have happened throughout the years resulting an a pile of wooden rubble beneath our not so skinny behinds. So for a family of six, down to three chairs, we've been using upside down laundry baskets and Oliver's shower chair for our family dinners and the like. A wonderful stranger heard of our need and gladly gave us her table and six chairs. Bringing to mind a line from the movie Robots 'See a need... Fill a need'. I'm in love with the table already because it has a leaf in it and is so much bigger than our other one. We do so much at our kitchen table that I am thrilled to have gotten it. It will be in good hands... well... crafty hands. It will be well used. :O) So... here are some pictures of us actually making Gingerbread Houses... er... Graham cracker... er... candy houses! I don't have the patience or time to make my own gingerbread so graham crackers it is! ENJOY!!!
GINGERBREAD HOUSES
We invited Ed's brother, Danny and his wife, Jamie over with their little ones.
We invited Ed's brother, Danny and his wife, Jamie over with their little ones.
I dyed the 'glue' pink this year. Eden getting ready to add some goodies!
Oliver putting his house together with dad.
Someone sent Oliver this awesome Cubs shirt with his name on the back!
Laughing at his house. Not sure if he liked it or not. I'm sure Ed was probably making fun of his own building skills.
Daddy helping Finny with our house.
"Yes, Finn... please wipe that frosting right on your jammies... go ahead."
Mine and Finny's finished house. I think he's saying "CHEESE!"
Eden would do a nice smiling pic for me so here she is in all her geeked out glory!
Carson, age 2, Jamie, Phineas, age 2
Kaylee and Daddy's house looks like it was condemned... hence the boo hoo look on Danny's face!
Darling pic of my nephew, Carson, who is 3 months older than my Phineas.
Ed showing us all the sweet houses. And no... we do NOT eat the candy off the houses.
JANUARY RANDOMS
The boys all fell asleep together on Ollie's bed in the living room. I love how Jaren's hand is ALWAYS in his pants...
The boys all fell asleep together on Ollie's bed in the living room. I love how Jaren's hand is ALWAYS in his pants...
Oliver sitting at the table drawing in a Harry Potter sketchpad I got him for Christmas.
Playing with play dough. Making pizzas.
A nice balloon bouquet someone sent Oliver.
Finn trying to do some pull ups with Daddy.
"Show me your muscles, Finny!!!"
Brotherly love...
Going for a walk with the boys on a beautiful, sunny January day where there is no snow on the ground or in the skies. Craziness.
This is what a glasses thief looks like. I LOVE his face in this picture!
Thursday, January 5th
Tonight Oliver ate dinner and then complained of some stomach pain. He went to the restroom and had a bowel movement, but we didn't know if it was impacted bowels, kidney stones or his appendix or what it was. We called Hospice, but I just wanted to get him to the ER immediately because you could tell that he was experiencing a lot of pain and the children's dose of Tylenol wasn't doing much to help. So Ed and I drove him to the ER where we waited in the waiting room at least 15 to 20 minutes watching him writhe and groan in pain. We held his hands, held a wet towel on his head and sang him some songs to try and help him get through the pain until they could get him in a room and see him. We got him into a room and they did blood work and vitals and such and then he had a CT scan to check for what was possibly causing his pain. After a bit, his pain went away with no meds and the doctor came in later and said that he's full of crap. They said it was impacted bowels, gave us a laxative drink to get into him and told us to take cover because it can go through ya fast! Anyways... I'll leave the nasty stuff out... he feels much better now. I can't hardly stand watching him in pain. When I was singing to him I couldn't hardly get through some of the words without choking up. I'm going to need a lot more strength to be able to deal with all the things that are lying ahead.
PLEASE KEEP PRAYING FOR NO PAIN FOR OLIVER, FOR HIM TO BE AT PEACE WITH THE REALIZATION THAT HE WILL MOST LIKELY BE DYING SOON. PLEASE PRAY FOR OUR FAMILY TO BE ABLE TO HANDLE WHAT COMES, EMOTIONALLY, PHYSICALLY, FINANCIALLY. THIS HAS BEEN EXHAUSTING IN SO MANY DIFFERENT WAYS. THANK YOU FOR CONTINUING TO THINK OF US ALL IN YOUR PRAYERS.
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