I had felt it but, like most things in life, I chose to push it aside. Self diagnosis concluding the overall inability to diagnose lumps due to an overall lack of expertise and life-accumulated incapacity of following written instructions. But, like most things in life, it did not go away simply because I willed it so. The pop remained. Come December 23, the diagnosis was printed: Invasive Breast Cancer.

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