Chapter 50
I can’t have cancer.
I refuse.
Put this on the list of things I never thought I’d have to say to myself.
Definitely not for the second time.
But it’s true. I will not accept this fate.
My traitorous boobs can shove it.
I’m not ready to deal with this.
I cannot.
I want to be happy again. Really truly life-of-abundance happy. Not this mediocre existence I’ve settled into.
I want to fall in love. All-consuming, passionate, true soulmate type of love.
I want to see the world and travel to all my favorite places more than once.
Not visit the inside of a hospital and let doctors pump me full of poison that could kill me faster than any tumor ever could.
I’m not ready.
It’s so unfair.
It’s frustrating.
I’m angry.
I’m terrified.
I’m alone.
I can’t have cancer. I refuse.