Abstract
> It starts with me sitting in this little pink room and him telling me I have inflammatory breast cancer, and he can’t look at me. Then the nurse is grabbing my arm at the elevator, and I plead with her to let go, and she lets go, and I go home, and I fall apart, and I make phone calls in between
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