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I usually lie about it. There’s no reason to test everyone around me like that, to hand them the truth and watch them shift nervously, evading my eyes, wishing I’d take it back. It’s much better to pretend I didn’t receive any news this month. It’s much better to look at myself in the mirror and see only my reflection, and not the disease eating away a few inches within my skin. Some days I stand in the winter chill and watch the snow freeze the remaining leaves and drop them to their icy grave. “Does it hurt?” I wonder– not the death of the leaves but my own. Will the cancer simply freeze my limbs and guide me to a gentle sleep? I look at the tree’s bare branches and am sure that nobody has ever understood how utterly alone they feel without their leaves as I do now.

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