So hey, maybe it’ll help somebody. About eighteen months ago, I found out I had breast cancer. I got a phone call and I sat there and said the right things and hung up and sat in my car and just had cancer for a bit.
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I feel rather horribly calm. It’s like finding out that a cancer came back. “Ah. This again. I see.”
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Once the immediate shock was over, I knew two things.
A) I was probably gonna live
B) the next few months were gonna suuuuuuuck
We are probably gonna live
The next few years are gonna suuuuuck
But I’m still alive. Even though it sucked.
Also, I'm really happy you're alive. Just had to slide that in there.
obviously, cancer can go fuck itself in a ditch
And you know, fuck cancer, very glad you're alive even though it sucked!!
Even knowing it was likely to happen it was a surprise (when it fell out and when it came back curly and I wish I could think of a clever election analogy but. )
I just wanted to let you know that after three years my hair is finally thick and healthy again. So have patience on that account
Then three years after the last chemo, I suddenly realized that both my nails and hair were back.
So yours still might get back to normal. (It just takes like forever)
the odds here are not high enough for comfort
And you’re right: that perspective may help folks.
It was treated easily with radiation. Most people with this type never have the cancer reoccur.
So.
All in all, I personally did okay in the first Trump term. This'll be different.