I used to have a ceramic cupcake. My sister and I got in the habit of putting our worries in the cupcake and, you know, letting the cupcake deal with it. I gave my cupcake to my girl when she needed it, so Sister Little just sent me this new one.
I put cancer in it.
Tomorrow I get measured so I suppose if I swell or shrink dramatically after surgery they can tell.
Today I went to a big work meeting and didn't tell one person I'm out on Friday to have just a touch of breast cancer removed.
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Published on May 17, 2017 19:09