When I hear that word, my mind stops. When I hear it within the context of a friend’s conversation, such as who has it, who is recovering from it. What type they have. People hear it, but never know how they are going to react, until it happens, to them. That’s it! I’m saying it! I have the “C” word, cancer. It crept into my life like a possum sneaks up on a dog tray. From the dark, while every one was sleeping, doing there thing. Then, there. I have it! Now in the midst of sorting medical facts with survival of my body and making sure none of my clients have to worry that I won’t be there to document their life, I have to make room for this very inconvenient, life threatening thing.
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