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Dearest Death
You might be wondering how it is that I could sit here and write a love letter to you. Having you hover above my head, like a dark cloud, over the last 4 years.
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I remember the day I was diagnosed with cancer, but it is all a bit of a blur. You know how sometimes videos are made of snap shots of split-second moments—they just flash up on the screen. Maybe a picture for each minute.
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