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My mother has cancer.
Nothing else beyond that one sentence seems relevant. I keep trying to type something else but I'm hung up on that first sentence. This is surreal.
It's uterine cancer. She's having surgery on Thursday. They don't think it spread but they'll know for certain the Tuesday following the surgery.
I can't believe this is happening. Part of me wants it to sink in already and part of me wants to live in denial until she's better. More than anything, I hate that she has to go through this. I'm so fucking angry. And sad. And scared.
Nothing else beyond that one sentence seems relevant. I keep trying to type something else but I'm hung up on that first sentence. This is surreal.
It's uterine cancer. She's having surgery on Thursday. They don't think it spread but they'll know for certain the Tuesday following the surgery.
I can't believe this is happening. Part of me wants it to sink in already and part of me wants to live in denial until she's better. More than anything, I hate that she has to go through this. I'm so fucking angry. And sad. And scared.
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