August 3rd, 2005


Life is Good

August 3, 1990

Time to get dressed for work. My hands are shaking. I’m staring into my underwear drawer, but not seeing anything.

Today my doctor will be calling me with the results of my biopsy.

“Will you stop it?” I tell myself. “You’re fine.”

I put on clothes, but I’d like to get back into bed and lie there with the cat purring next to me. Instead, I will pretend that this is a normal day, and that everything is going to be fine. That lump was just a … a lump.

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