the day after my second diagnoses in nov. 2004 i sat staring at this ceiling as i disclosed to my twin sister, with deep conviction and emotionally charged words, how i felt "marked", targeted by this cancer. as if somehow, from the get-go, i was weak, vulnerable and inferior in some way and this is why i was struck, "selected". It doesn't take much intelect to see the lack of rational in this pitiful theory. however, I am left with the curious memory of how strongly committed I was to this "truth"- that day, that morning, i sat staring up at this ceiling.
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