so everyone is going to liv's funeral. my brother and i are the only people who grew up with her, who are not going. cameron doesn't want to go. i on the other hand really want to go. but it's on friday and i have to work 'til 2am friday morning and it's just not doable. i'd have to be on a plane at 7am to get to where the funeral is in time. i tried swapping shifts with people but no one wanted to. that's understandable i guess. i thought that maybe i could do it... but i haven't been feeling well lately and making the trip up to queensland and back in a 24 hour period probably won't make me feel any better. i sent some flowers and my parents are going so i'll give them a card to give to her family.

nicer topic.

i am still cancer free. everytime i see my neuro-oncologist he seems more and more excited about the fact that the tumour hasn't grown back. and everytime i tell him that it's not going to grow back, he ums and ahs and says that i should be positive but he always says never say never. he's such a party-pooper. i guess someone has to be grounded in reality. in twelve days it will be two years since my life and my hairline was forever changed. it's gone by so fast.

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