Hmm. I think she's still eating seafood, but I will ask my sister how she's doing.
It wouldn't surprise me if she was--it's so completely based on the person. It's much more a what's right or wrong for the person involved than what's right or wrong or typical overall. If anyone else says differently, fuck 'em.
Now I'm doing the dance of "Do I fly into San Francisco or San Jose?" Augh. Why so awkward to get to, Mother Ship?
I think the type of chemo might affect how things taste, too. Mom was on cisplatin for her ovarian cancer, I believe. One of the platinum-based chemos, anyway. And she said that everything tasted metallic. I think Dad was on something different for his lymphoma, and things didn't taste metallic to him as much as the texture suddenly became much more of an issue.
Morena Baccarin - guesting on
The Good Wife
in March.
San Jose
San Jose, as long as the flights aren't too inconvenient/expensive. Smaller, and closer to MV.
So, I just heard the term "elephant walk" for the first time. Well, this definition, anyway. Is the hazing-related walk a real thing? Frequent enough to be cited as such? Or just an urban legend to trash talk frats?
Do I want to know how this came up in conversation?
What does "elephant walk" mean, in hip urban parlance?
I only know it as the name of a Cambodian restaurant.