All the warfare jargon around cancer—the battling, the surviving, the winning/losing, the kicking its ass—hasn’t been ringing true for me. But I’m good with not letting it crack me. I will be the densest little nut in the world. Green and unyielding. A squirrel’s effing nightmare.
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