What I meant by my post a few days ago- the one where I mentioned that I was feeling jelly… I did not mean for anyone to feel the need to do.

I just want to be remembered, like… utensils when picking up “to go” food.

Putting me in your nightly thoughts for good wishes or even just thinking, “she still sick?” is enough.

…And if you wanted to go to town, simply toss out there, “do you know that mother of three, with the stage four metastatic lung cancer? Well she’s still working, can you believe it?!”

Yep, either of those two things every so often would be great.