I know I looked like a clown blissfully smiling when I when left the clinic. I’m not going to die soon, not yet and not because of cancer! That is certain. Every time I touch the lymph nodes on my belly and on my left arm, I imagine of dying with cancer. And if I’d be lucky to survive, I imagine myself bald because that’s the after effect of chemotherapy.
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An Enlightening Visit to The Doctor
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