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I wait alone wrapped in paper shivering amidst cold the door pressed hard against my chest this time a year ago I met a similar fate the verdict returned        cancer a word my mind has deconstructed reconstructed discarded as my past tears erupt behind my eyes how can I afford to fight again at what cost and during a pandemic the door **** twists as she emerges eyes averted my throat scored in pain "It's benign, come back 6 months from now" unable to move I peer through haze minutes tease silence then with trembling fingers I dial his number Aiden answers     "Mom, you okay?" nodding tearfully with newfound certainty I finally whisper, "Yes!"
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Aug 30, 2020
Aug 30, 2020 at 6:00 AM UTC
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I wait alone wrapped in paper shivering amidst cold the door pressed hard against my chest this time a year ago I met a similar fate the verdict returned        cancer a word my mind has deconstructed reconstructed discarded as my past tears erupt behind my eyes how can I afford to fight again at what cost and during a pandemic the door **** twists as she emerges eyes averted my throat scored in pain "It's benign, come back 6 months from now" unable to move I peer through haze minutes tease silence then with trembling fingers I dial his number Aiden answers     "Mom, you okay?" nodding tearfully with newfound certainty I finally whisper, "Yes!"
This time last year, I was undergoing surgery for breast cancer. The year of recovery was difficult. The tests came back with more unknowns. I waited 6 months to learn at last I'm one year cancer free. Each year will get easier, but for now, I am a survivor. 💕
#breast#cancer#strength#love#mom
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F/Atlanta
Aug 30, 2020
Aug 30, 2020 at 6:00 AM UTC
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