Untitled #25

Currently, I am on my way to see my parents.  No.  That’s a lie.  I am having breakfast with my husband and then we will drive down.

The word on the street is cancer and radical double mastectomy.  Oh, and fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

We do everything we can to avoid getting sick, but getting cancer takes the breathe out of you.  You start second guessing.  Blaming genetics.  The onslaught of carcinogens in our environment.  But the truth of the matter is that we can’t predict if we get cancer.

Bear with me; I am completely new to this world and words fail me currently.

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