It's probably in poor taste to post a bunny suicide picture at Easter.
Which, of course, makes me want to do it even more.
My daughter-in-law Tara loves bunnys (she even has ashes from her dearly departed pet rabbit in an urn). She also has a collection of Bunny Suicide books, which appeal to my warped sense of humor (and apparently hers too).
I hope the Easter Bunny called the suicide hotline and survived to deliver you some chocolate today.
One of the challenges of having advanced cancer is that there aren't enough good-news stories. While it may be necessary to go to the 'dark side' at times, I want to create a blog that is about living in the moment and finding joy in the small things.