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Hang in there...You have so many people right alongside you that believe YOU CAN DO THIS!

Ok, no more debu_cartwheels for you. Get some sleep zzzzzzzzzzz. xoxoxox

You can do this!! You have a whole team, or even 10 teams of cheerleaders cheering you on!!

Get sleep, then get some more sleep.

Prayers are with you!

Oh shit if I'd known
We were cheerleaders today
I'd have gotten waxed :p

Sending rest vibes your way this morning my dear. {{{{{Deb}}}}}

Come on Susie! Give out a cheer! Waxing is not a prereq, I promise.

Go Deb!
Go Deb!
Go Deb!

I'm back and hairfree
Now in my cute uniform
DEB CAN DO ALL THINGS!

you
can
you
will
you
ARE
DOING
THIS.

Zofran is THE BEST! Sweet sleeps to you today.

Deb,

I know it is sad subject matter, but I loved the poem.

I'm thinking of you often and wishing you strength. you helped me when I was down; I wish to offer the same if I can.

One last thing... what sign are you astrologically? You should go to freewillastrology.com and check your inspirational horoscope. They always pick me up when I need it.

Hugs,

Aimee

Um, Susie? Hairfree? Cracking me up!! I bet Deb is picturing you, in your cute little uniform, all hairless!

Deb, I hope you're either laughing or sleeping because i've got on my uniform too, although, i'm not hair free. Its going to take ALOT to shave the gorilla hair off my legs!

Susie's uniform must be much more revealing than mine, because where I wax is not visible in MY cheerleading skirt...!

I've contacted the Sandman for emergency assistance in the sleeping department -- I expect you'll see results very soon.

Deb,
I sorry about the sleepless night. Sleep deprivation is a torture. I hope the sleep Gods find you and give you a full night of sleep for the rest of your stay, w/o any interruptions; no vitals, no noise in the hallways and a big NO to hurling or dry heaves.
Peace and prayers
Nancy

It's been a lotta
Years so my uniform is
Too small, Eclectic :p

(Is it just me, or am I talking like William Shatner now? Does William Shatner always speak in Haiku? hmmmmm...)

sleep deb sleep! sleep deb sleep! gimme an S ... L...E ... E... P!! sleeeeeeeEEEEP!

hang in there. you ARE DOING THIS.

Go Eclectic! Personal favor from the sandman.

Susie has the shortest skirt? You've got some nice legs girlfriend!

I hope you've gotten some sleep by now! I'll do a sleep dance for you tonight!

There couldn't have been a better day to spend sleeping, cuddled warm under the blankies. It's been a yucky, yucky "start of Rodeo" day. It rained on the paraders this morning and all they kept talking about was the smell of wet horse and hay. Yeah, good day to be in bed, snoozing.

I've got you and your Sis#2 in my prayers this weekend. She's doing that retreat thing at our church. They will pamper her and make her feel like the Queen of Delft's sister! It'll be good for her. And you'll be getting lots of prayers from that group as well!

You are the strongest person, you can do this! You've got a great attitude, you have SOOO much to get on with and there are soooo many that need you, so don't you let any of this get you down. I love that you have now been blessed with some good nurses & murses! Our prayers are being answered and yours will be too!

Love you Debuma!

Wow I have a whole lot of territory to cover here.
I was never a cheerleader :(
But later in life I have become a different type
of cheerleader. I have a special outfit I wear.
It's designed to scare away cancer cooties. Short
skirt-black spiders-black-black voodoo hexes.
I wear 6 inch heels and it's a hot outfit.

I am thinking out loud. Have they given you Ativan
with your Zofran. That's a lovely mix which helps
with the barforama and will help you sleep. Ativan
triggers in the brain a special little button which helps you along with the Zofran not to puke.

DEBUMA now is not the time to say NO to drugs.
This is the time where you say DRUGS-why yes
I love drugs, the more the merrier. UMA says
YES TO ALL DRUGS DURING THIS PERIOD.

God I hope you are sleeping. I hope you are
feeling the good vibes coming here. I hope
you can feel all of us cheering you on. I hope
you see the M@M Angel in your room. She's in
there with you Deb, I have never been more sure
of anything in my life.

As you would say Hopra she would be doing a show
about you. You have brought out the best in
the spirit of humans.

Love,
Nikki

The Yiddish Yahoo should be back soon :)

I will be back later.

Well, I hope your dry heaves have been replaced by snores. (Yours, of course.) I'm not much of a cheerleader so I won't be doing any waxing. I'll just be sending lots of positive, loving thoughts your way. You can do this.

dear deb,
i found you through shari, and am so glad i did. thank you for the daily assignments and recaps and lessons about living. thank you for making me see details (muscles, veins, flowers, eyes, breath, teeth, words, sugar, cravings, sleep) as important, especially the details of the body. i loved your thoughts about affliction and how god means us to help each other. what a lucid and loving way to think of suffering - because of course it is a gift, for itself and for what comes with it. what we can give each other.
today you've given me that. i thank you.
and yes, i will keep you in my prayers. may the week ahead bring you peace, and comfort, and a smile.

Deb, you have cheerleaders and cancer cooty goer awayers, many prayers, and so many people coming back to check on you. I do hope that you can feel the love being sent your way. Lean on it, use it for strength.

UGH dry heeves. I think you need Movies on Demand ... Stallone is a sure fire way to cause a sleepless night. Praying hard you catch some ZZZZZZZZ's!

Wow you are good with your Haiku. I hope the
Zofran has kicked in and you are sound asleep.

Barkling in the trash can is horrible and I hate
that you were sick. Good thing Jen came to your
rescue.

I would sing a cheer for you but that would clear
out the room.

I think if you sleep and hold on tight to your
monkey you may feel better. I bet the monkey
has a Zoe scent.

We have not stopped praying and we know you
won't stop fighting.

Much love,
Rachel

Good night/
Sleep tight/
sweet dreams/
for tomorrow
Good night/
Good night/
Good night

(((snuggly sleep vibes)))

I've been lurking since Susie sent us 'round the first time. Please know that even though some of us aren't very vocal in our support, you are in our thoughts. Stay strong, deb. That little girl needs her momma.

Remember. Mashataters have curative powers. And even if they don't they sure do taste goodly.

I know this seems like a non-sequitur in this thread, but Deb knows it isn't.

Whatever you do, don't eat French Dip, ack ack!

While I am not from the State of Texas. I thought
you should have your state song on your site.
This looks like a good cheer.

Texas, Our Texas
Written by William J. Marsh and Gladys Yoakum Wright
Composed by William J. Marsh

Texas, Our Texas! all hail the mighty State!
Texas, Our Texas! so wonderful so great!
Boldest and grandest, withstanding ev'ry test
O Empire wide and glorious, you stand supremely blest.

Texas, O Texas! your freeborn single star,
Sends out its radiance to nations near and far,
Emblem of Freedom! it set our hearts aglow,
With thoughts of San Jacinto and glorious Alamo.

Texas, dear Texas! from tyrant grip now free,
Shines forth in splendor, your star of destiny!
Mother of heroes, we come your children true,
Proclaiming our allegiance, our faith, our love for you.

God bless you Texas! And keep you brave and strong,
That you may grow in power and worth, throughout the ages long.
God bless you Texas! And keep you brave and strong,
That you may grow in power and worth, throughout the ages long.

God bless Texas and God bless Deb.

Can you sing that song? I don't know my state
song.

Rachel

I hope you won't read this for a little while because you are getting lots of sleep!! I am thinking of you and praying for you. You absolutely can and will do this.

Queen of Delft:

I have not one but two bits of information for
you. I thought you should have this info we
found for you on the web a few moments ago.

The first piece.

Mitsubishi Motors sponsored the poll on the Web site www.TheCarConnection.com and more than 2,500 voters cast their ballots during a week of voting that ended this month. Winners were announced Friday.

"Our readers really stepped up with some insane street names," said Web site publisher Paul Eisenstein. "Our panel had a difficult time narrowing several hundred down to the 10 our readers voted on.

"But we learned a lot about the byways of this country, not to mention the collective sense of humor of city planners everywhere."

In first place was Psycho Path in Traverse City, Mich., followed by Heather Highlands, Pa.'s, Divorce Court in second and Tennessee's Farfrompoopen Road in third. Eisenstein said all the roads were verified, although some are private and hard to find.

The complete top 10 list included:

10. Tater Peeler Road in Lebanon, Texas

9. The intersection of Count and Basie in Richmond, Va.

8. Shades of Death Road in Warren County, N.J.

7. Unexpected Road in Buena, N.J.

6. Bucket of Blood Street in Holbrook, Ariz.

5. The intersection of Clinton and Fidelity in Houston

4. The intersection of Lonesome and Hardup in Albany, Ga.

3. Farfrompoopen Road in Tennessee (the only road up to Constipation Ridge)

2. Divorce Court in Heather Highlands, Pa.

1. Psycho Path in Traverse City, Mich.

And of course since we are Shoshie's subs
YOUR YIDDISH PHRASE.
If someone wakes you up tell them to kush meer in toches which means kiss my ass :)

Do not tell anyone that I told you that phrase
I should sign this post as Shoshie and not me.

Love,
Lisabeth

Hang in there, still thinkin' and prayin' about you.

Sleep well, Beautiful! :)

Just poppin in as a late nighter.. hope you are fast asleep getting some rest..
out here pullin for ya Deb..
peace out,
biscuit

Sweet dreams, Deb.

Good AM DEBUMA:

I hope the power of the Zofran helped you
through the night. I believe Eclectic send the
Sandman your way-that was a nice gift. And Susie
when she say's sweet dreams, the odds are good
the dreams are sweet. She has some sort of super
power. We can't figure it out, but she know's
somebody upstairs.

I am guessing your numbers are dropping and I am
guessing you don't feel "so hot". Do they
have a grease board in your room where they
write the whole list of all the numbers?

I think today should be movie day. I am sure
they have a DVD library at the RITZ. Have your
divine Nurse, Murse get one for you. HEY
what about a UMA movie. If they don't have
her see if they GI JANE, she kicks ass in that
movie. Or find some mind candy-make it all about
you today. Because it is all about you, and
nobody else but you.

I shall return and you are in the very tip
top of my brain.

Love,
Nikki

OK, it's movie day is it?? Sweeeeeeeeet! Something with Lesley Nielson, perhaps?? Or the original Pink Panther movies with Peter Sellers? Oh never mind, I forgot it's YOUR suite at the Ritz, so maybe you should choose the movie. Don't worry, I'll be happy with anything you choose. Think we can get Murse to smuggle in some popcorn? Maybe if you promise to grab his ass again...

Good Morning Sunshine! You are a ray of light, and never forget that.

Yea! Movie day. I would love to be at the Ritz with you, and all of us watching movies all day long, but i'm so darn far away. We'll all just have to do it 'vitrually'.

You are in our prayer, and just lean on the support that is coming your way!

Zofran is my friend too Deb. I wouldn't survive this pregnancy without it.

Keep your chin up - you can do this. And sleeeeeeep!

"Prayers overcome the devil, in this the devil is the cancer, prayers beat the devil any day".

My 11-year old son just said this as we were starting to pray. You are so precious Deb, and so loved by people all over the world. Your strength shows, and I cant begin to tell you how YOU ARE GOING TO KICK SOME ASS!

We are praying now.

Love,
Dawn, Brennen 11 years old, Hunter 7 years old, and Phil -my significant other.

Since Nikki declared today movie day and you
are UMA. I thought we should have the DEBUMA
Biography for all.

Uma Thurman
Date of Birth: April 29, 1970

Uma Thurman was born in Boston, but she was raised in such far-flung locales as India (during grade school), Amherst, Massachusetts, and Woodstock, New York. Her father was the first American to be ordained a Tibetan Buddhist monk (he is currently chairman of the religion department at Columbia University) and her mother is a psychotherapist who was briefly married to psychedelic guru Timothy Leary. All four of the Thurman children are named for Hindu deities; "Uma" translates into "bestower of blessings").

A little ill-at-ease amongst her peers because of her unconventional name and upbringing, at 15 Thurman left school to move to New York City. Once in the Big Apple, she supported herself by washing dishes and by modeling -- as her mother had done years before when she was fresh off the boat from Sweden.

A year later, Thurman got her first film gig as a young vamp who seduces men to rob them in the low-budget thriller, Kiss Daddy Good Night. She was the only one to escape the film with a favorable notice. It was that role she played at 18 as the convent-sheltered naïf seduced out of her corset by John Malkovich in Dangerous Liaisons that catapulted her into fame.

"That showing part of the human body would have such an overwhelming effect and be the cause of such insane media amazed me," she remembers about Dangerous Liaisons. "It was a shocking thing to be ripped out of my innocence and suddenly put up as some kind of hot thing that had absolutely no translation for me in my vernacular whatever. It sort of stunned me."

Once married to fellow actor Gary Oldman for a brief time, Thurman married actor Ethan Hawke May 1, 1998, whom she became involved during filming of the 1997 futuristic thriller Gattaca. The couple have a daughter, Maya Ray, born July 8, 1998 and a son Roan, born January 15, 2002, but the high profile couple are currently separated after Hawke apparently cheated on Thurman with a Canadian model while they were both in Montreal filming at the same time.

As for how Uma perceives herself, she says, "People probably get their coffee from a waitress every morning that's better-looking than I am. But I'm on the movie screen, so I'm there to be fantasized about."

Filmography

Paycheck (20054)
Kill Bill: Vol. 2 (2004)
Kill Bill: Vol. 1 (2003)
Tape (2001)
The Golden Bowl (2000)
Vatel (2000)
Sweet and Lowdown (1999)
Les Miserables (1998)
The Avengers (1998)
Batman & Robin (1997)
Gattaca (1997)
Beautiful Girls (1996)
The Truth About Cats & Dogs (1996)
A Month by The Lake (1995)
Pulp Fiction (1994)
Even Cowgirls Get the Blues (1993)
Mad Dog and Glory (1993)
Final Analysis (1992)
Jennifer Eight (1992)
Henry & June (1990)
Where the Heart Is (1990)
The Adventures of Baron Munchausen (1989)
Dangerous Liaisons (1988)
Johnny Be Good (1988)
Kiss Daddy Goodnight (1987)

I like "the young vamp" in her bio. Young vamps
kick cancer.

XO

Lisabeth

I am listening to my daughter (Grace) tell
Nikki she should NOT wear blue jeans today.
We are waiting for the explanation. This should
be good.

"Uma" translates into "bestower of blessings"). Deb, this is you. You have bestowed blessings on countless people just from reading your site.

Lisabeth, thank you for this bio of Uma.

We keep praying. We pray individually, and as a family.

Can't wait to hear the explanation why Grace says Nikki should not wear blue jeans today.

The Golf Channel, honey. Puts me right out. Every time.

Gimme a D
Gimme an E
Gimme a B
Gimme U-M-A!

Go Deb! Go Deb! Go Deb!

You ARE DOING THIS.

Prayers and good vibes to you, dearie.

Wow, looks like the party's here. I hope today's going well, Deb. A blogfriend, Diane, just sent me this good clean dirty joke; thought I'd share:

Three Italian nuns die and go to heaven. At the Pearly Gates, they are met by St. Peter.

He says "Sisters, you all led such wonderful lives that I'm granting you six months to go back to earth and be anyone you want to be."

The first nun says, "I want to be Sophia Loren;" and *poof* she's gone.

The second says, "I want to be Madonna;" and *poof* she's gone.

The third says, "I want to be Sara Pipalini."

St. Peter looks perplexed. "Who?" he says.

"Sara Pipalini;" replies the nun.

St. Peter shakes his head and says; "I'm sorry, but that name just doesn't ring a bell."

The nun then takes a newspaper out of her habit and hands it to St. Peter.

He reads the paper and starts laughing.

He hands it back to her and says..

"No sister, the paper says it was the 'Sahara Pipeline' that was laid by 1,400 men in 6 months."

And, btw, Nikki, JEANS? Really, WHAT WERE YOU THINKING? Clearly, today is a day for . . . well, whatever Princess Grace the fashion consultant SAYS it's a day for. Let us know, wouldja?

Oooh, that's hysterical, Susie!! That's going to be codespeak now.

Deb, how's movie day?? What're we watching?? Is Murse being cooperative? Hope you're resting comfortably, and not feeling lonely. We're all with you in spirit and we're not leaving until you tell us to! Heck, what am I saying? Some of us won't even leave then... but we'll maybe quiet down. *heh*

No word from The Queen of Delft we hope means
she is sleeping, or watching movies at the RITZ.

Susie I liked your joke it took a minute for it
to sink in-I think because it involved nuns.

The "Fashion Queen Grace" I should have recorded
this conversation. She has on khaki pants that have fleece lining and a turtleneck. She tells Nikki "no jeans we have to look alike". She went through Nikki's closets, drawers and pulls out about 5 things. And tells Nikki "we
better go shopping you need pants like mine." Your khaki's don't have fuzzy stuff inside. We tell her
we can't go to the mall, and the stores won't have
those kind of khaki's in stock now. What does this
kid do. She goes out to where Nikki has posted
every family member's telephone number. She picks
up the telephone and calls Sam (our brother-in-law) and says" Uncle Sam do you have
fuzzy pants Nikki can wear?" This went on and on
for a good 40 minutes as she called around
looking for "fuzzy khakis". Everyone should
be as happy as we are that she FINALLY decided
Nikki could wear black courdorys since they
were fuzzy. Thankfully Nikki did not choke
my daughter. We moved on to a walk, which
involved lots of chatter. We have played
games, and soon we are baking. Anyone care
to come over and join this fiasco? We have
about 15 people here at Nikki's. We have
room for more.

Every last one of us here today have said
prayers for DEBUMA. "SHE" is the real QUEEN.

Love,
Lisabeth and Princess Grace (she is so wanting
to see what "Mommy is doing here".)

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