Category: working stuff out on “paper”
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friday learning (3)
I wake up early on Friday despite having been up late and call the radiologist. Yes, the friendly voice tells me. Yes, you have cancer. Well, they actually say “invasive ductal carcinoma”. “Imagine that your milk ducts are like grapes,” she says. “Think about where the stem is, the cancer is starting to leave the…
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moving right along (4)
I told everyone, of course. Mostly it was fine. I just… wasn’t quite fully tethered to earth, to my body. My sister arrived later in the evening and we went on a short walk and talked by the lake. Her eyes filled with tears and her face crumpled in this very specific way of hers,…
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a lot (5)
I go home, I do whatever it is I do with myself. I honestly don’t remember if I told my parents that night, Monday, or if it was a little later. It was probably Monday, I’m not great at just holding secrets like that from anybody important, really, but especially my parents. They took it…
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sigh (6)
A friend went with me to the first “real” appointment. I brought my cancer binder but they had a cancer binder already made for me in there. It had a picture of a woman looking into the distance. My friend had her notebook. Everyone was ready to take notes. The doctor opened the binder they…