This weekend I went to Fort Lauderdale. It was okay, I guess. It was just that my aunt Joann had started chemo, and she was still sick from it(after the first round, the sickness usually lasts three days). It was really depressing. Last time we went there, yeah, she was in the same condition, but she was in high spirits. My mom made a very good point, and said that since aunt Joann really has no hope at all, she should stop the chemo if she wants to since it only makes the patient misreable. No ones last months should be spent like that. I totally agreed with her. Everyone else did too, except Joann's son Ritchie. It caused some tension, but nothing too scary. What would he be to me, my second cousin? Whatever he is, this weekend I found out all this stuff about him that I hadn't known before. He's a musician, and I found out he plays all these shows for charity and stuff. He supports and gives to all these cancer charities, even before he found out his mom had it. He's a real amazing guy. I've never seen anyone follow a dream like he is. When I was listening to him talk earlier today, he was just saying he WILL make it. It's not "if I ever make it", it's "sure, I have to play these crappy gigs now,but the money will be rolling in soon enough." He's an awesome dude. And his daughter Lauren is sooooo cute and so smart! She's four and my jaw just dropped at all the stuff she was talking about. Yeah, so that was my weekend. Nothing too exciting.

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