Update on my friend's situation with WellsFargo

[HillWilliam]

103. It means more than you realize, Yardwork, on so many levels

Breast cancer scares me. It is a bitter enemy that has stolen so much from right next to me.

It doesn't run in my family. It strolls through calmly, getting to know each one of its victims intimately and personally. It is a thief that steals lives, disfigures bodies, takes self-esteem and vitality away. It soaks time and energy away from people who stress themselves to a frazzle trying to care for those stricken with this vicious killer.

Now it's attacking a friend a second time, one who stood by me when I nearly lost my own love. She can't get help from her insurance company, from the drug manufacturer who makes the last-resort treatment, and on top of that, Wells Fargo wants to turn her out in the goddam street.

I'm angry. I'm so mad I'm crying at work. Again.

Other than getting people to sign petitions to lean on WF or to make phone calls (I did call my US Rep), or to hang out a page on WishaDoo, there isn't a helluvalot else I can do.

But I can do this. It's better than sitting and handwringing.