Dear Breast Cancer,
I hate you. I hate what you did to me. I hate what you made me do so I could be rid of you.
But I beat you. Cut you out, poisoned you, killed you. But in doing so, I had to half kill myself.
It took me forever to feel somewhat normal again. And it took me even longer to get my cardio back. Slowy but surely, I climbed back.
I
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