WRECKED TALE

I have been rather remiss in my blog posting. I was out of town, I got busy, I took a nap, I went out of town again, I got busy, I took another nap, yadda yadda.

So tonight I sat down at the computer with a few minutes to spare before bed, with the

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intent of catching up on a few pals in the blogosphere. I got excited to see that my friend Shannon, who blogs over at Green Monkey Tales, had written a new blog post. Shannon is a sporadic poster; her prose, some of it fiction, is truly brilliant. I eagerly clicked her link.  

I had no idea what her blog title "Wrecked Tail" was supposed to mean, but figured it would be funny; Shannon is hilarious, and often sprinkles a little monkey humor into her writing. 

It wasn't long before I realized what she was sharing wasn't funny at all...
... "I have rectal cancer but we monkeys call it "wrecked-tail" cancer. I have no idea how my tail got wrecked. So far, no one does."

WTF?? She's already had breast cancer, already gone through a botched reconstruction, had major complications, then had reconstruction all over again. She's had more than her share of heartbreak. (Way more.) And now she has rectal cancer? 

I've written about Shannon before — back in September 2012, in a post I called "A Tale of Two Shannons." I was showing her some bloggy love back then as she traversed the tricky halls of Recon 2.0. 

But she really needs our bloggy love now.

She needs our support. And you guys are such awesome supporters! So I'm asking if you could possibly pop over to Shannon's blog post {{{HERE}}} to show her some bloggy love? She would really, really, appreciate it. She's having a test on Wednesday, May 29th, that will stage her cancer and help determine her treatment plan. Until then, she is living in the horror holding pattern that is limbo land. I know you can relate.

Please hold her in your thoughts. Sending you lots of love, dear Shannon!
xoxo

PS: JUNE UPDATE Shannon went to see the oncology wizard HERE. Or catch up on her status HERE.