To: Mia@mailtogo.com
From: Roxanne@mailtogo.com
Time: 5:17 PM
Date: 10/24/03
Ha. Nope, I didn't die, believe it or not. The last month has been so busy it made me hectic. I'd rather not go through it, besides telling you that I really hate homework to the bone. Tests and projects included in that, too.
And let me get something straight...You think you have Breast Cancer, and you haven't gone in for a check up with your doctor? Check for bumps, (or are they called lumps?) is the only thing I suggest. If you see bumps/lumps, then I think you've got some problems. But, if there are none, I wouldn't worry about a thing. It'll always be good just to go into the doctor for a regular old check up anyway, right?
Okay, with that out of the way, yesterday was my older sister's birthday. Yup - Lindsey's birthday. She turned eighteen. We're going out for a dinner tomorrow night, because that's when my whole family has time to go eat out. Well, to go eat out together as a family.
Oh, and that's awesome! Your brother better be doing good because it's all I've been able to think about for the past month! Every day, I've been constantly thinking, "Oh, I hope Mia's brother is okay..." or, "Aaron better get well!" Still been worried. But I'm so relieved he's going to be okay. By the way, tell him Roxanne says hi and that to get well soon!
And that's so cool that your brother is going to be in the newspaper! Even if it's about his accident, I guess. I was never in the newspaper. Nope, never. That really sucks, though, but I hate attention anyway. I guess it's just kinda cool to see your name written in the newspaper, so you feel special.
Oh, and the doctors/nurses couldn't ever mix up the medications. Seriously. If they did that, you really could sue for loads of money. And, they should be good enough professionals to not be so stupid to mix up them! Their PhD is taken away if that does happen, I believe.
Well, that's all I gotta say. I gotta go eat an early dinner. And, I'm starving anyway so it's all good. I'll see ya later! Bye!
Much Love From, Roxanne
From: Roxanne@mailtogo.com
Time: 5:17 PM
Date: 10/24/03
Ha. Nope, I didn't die, believe it or not. The last month has been so busy it made me hectic. I'd rather not go through it, besides telling you that I really hate homework to the bone. Tests and projects included in that, too.
And let me get something straight...You think you have Breast Cancer, and you haven't gone in for a check up with your doctor? Check for bumps, (or are they called lumps?) is the only thing I suggest. If you see bumps/lumps, then I think you've got some problems. But, if there are none, I wouldn't worry about a thing. It'll always be good just to go into the doctor for a regular old check up anyway, right?
Okay, with that out of the way, yesterday was my older sister's birthday. Yup - Lindsey's birthday. She turned eighteen. We're going out for a dinner tomorrow night, because that's when my whole family has time to go eat out. Well, to go eat out together as a family.
Oh, and that's awesome! Your brother better be doing good because it's all I've been able to think about for the past month! Every day, I've been constantly thinking, "Oh, I hope Mia's brother is okay..." or, "Aaron better get well!" Still been worried. But I'm so relieved he's going to be okay. By the way, tell him Roxanne says hi and that to get well soon!
And that's so cool that your brother is going to be in the newspaper! Even if it's about his accident, I guess. I was never in the newspaper. Nope, never. That really sucks, though, but I hate attention anyway. I guess it's just kinda cool to see your name written in the newspaper, so you feel special.
Oh, and the doctors/nurses couldn't ever mix up the medications. Seriously. If they did that, you really could sue for loads of money. And, they should be good enough professionals to not be so stupid to mix up them! Their PhD is taken away if that does happen, I believe.
Well, that's all I gotta say. I gotta go eat an early dinner. And, I'm starving anyway so it's all good. I'll see ya later! Bye!
Much Love From, Roxanne