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Been harboring this a while. It's enlightening to see who doesn't contact you regarding your birthday let alone after a cancer diagnosis. Puts things in perspective.

Who do you do it for. Who do you implore. *Click* What's the score when you loathe and abore. Let's go on a world tour of whores. Let's run obstacle courses for divorces. *Click* Special forces for air force 1's, no puns. Just slums, lord if that plane didn't land in a palm colored hand. . .

Our oasis is to watch others drown. Satiating ourselves upon the ashes of your future whilst we crave the ruminations of a past only you remember. Trading instinct for shepherds crooks and crooks in wolfs skin. Alpha beta alphabet soups in suits telling you to choose which pill to swallow. . .

Last surgery went well enough, was on August 2nd. Thankfully this time no cancer. It does suck not having a thyroid. I'm exhausted. I don't know what's more exhausting. Not having a thyroid, dysregulated hormones. Or the fact I spent the last two years in a state of high anxiety, stress and

Never thought I'd be that person. Least of all this. I lucked out this round. Stage 1 Thyroid papillary carcinoma. The "good cancer." I already lost one side of my thyroid. Soon I will lose the other side. I'm not looking forward to this long journey but I'm thankful I'm still here to take it.