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So Small

There is something indescribable about receiving a malignant diagnosis that can make you feel so very empowered and at the same time so small and inconsequential.

When I learned that something has gone wrong within my body, this vessel that I have been in command of for my entire life, that now I hoped that I have taken sufficient care of yet somehow failed, I was terrified.  Once I got my ducks in a row, somehow formulated an appropriately aggressive plan and began to execute it, the storm grew still.  Once the dust settled and I felt the validation of my choices in the eyes of my medical team, I grew more confident.

You may feel your spirits grow, and you will certainly find that you will take almost immeasurably less crap from almost everyone than you did before.

Here's to taking less crap!

XO

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