Good morning, great big world out there. Nothing like having a Saturday morning, sitting at your "work desk" and listening to your cat gnaw her claws off on the bed beside you. Just what I signed up for today.
Life is better, if you were curious. I won't say it's hunky dory or full of rainbows and sunshine, but it's better. Cancer sucks. And that's about how I can sum up life at the moment. And breast cancer, for a woman... it's so crude and callous. It takes your hair, it takes your boob. The scars left behind are ugly. And then you get AHOLE guys who think - oh, your boobs aren't normal? Are you even a woman anymore? And talk about a mind F as you are battling for your life and struggling mentally with your own femininity and the loss and all the emotions that go with this horrific disease that you did NOTHING to be afflicted with and yet HERE WE ARE. And some dumbass thinks it's ok to say this. To THINK this. What. the. actual. crap.
No. This didn't happen to my sister. If it did, I'd probably be in jail.
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