Extended Epilogue
Alice
Over the past year, I’d survived Stage 3 breast cancer, the Red Devil, a pulmonary embolism that nearly killed me in my sleep, and approximately fourteen thousand appointments where people prodded, poked, and manhandled me.
Alice
Over the past year, I’d survived Stage 3 breast cancer, the Red Devil, a pulmonary embolism that nearly killed me in my sleep, and approximately fourteen thousand appointments where people prodded, poked, and manhandled me.