So reads the headline of today’s Dear Abby column. It is a doozy.
DEAR ABBY: I have been battling breast cancer and have been blessed to have a lot of support from family, friends and some awesome medical providers. My husband’s best friend and his wife socialize with us quite often, and the friendship is important to him. I recently celebrated a birthday and these friends had us over for a belated birthday dinner. They bought me beautiful flowers and a gift. The card attached made a joke about my “aging breasts,” which she found quite funny. Abby, I had a mastectomy, which she knew about! To make matters worse, my hair has just started to grow back from the chemo, so I decided to have some highlights put in, and she told me she didn’t like my new hair.
Read the full complaint and Abigail Van Buren’s official response here.
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“and some awesome medical providers” the heeerb, yeeeeahh.
WTF, Blogtown isn’t about second-guessing Dear Abby.
For next time: if advice doesn’t involve things going in, on or out of butts, IT HAS NO PLACE IN THIS FORUM.
That’s what you get for asking advice from a dead woman.