Stranger Than Most

As cancer challenges go, I’ve had a very easy time of it so far. My (ridiculously  ge) insurance deductible has finally been met so I don’t have to whip out my credit card every time  omeone with a hospital ID passes me in the hall. I’ve finally trained myself tosleep on my back. And I’m cherishing fond hopes of going back to work as I am now able to string together a coherent sentence. (Pain pills are great but talk about an alternate reality!) Friday the plastic surgeon took out my drain tubes. Watching him do this my husband and I were both amazed at how very long they were. They just kept coming and coming, like a string of handkerchiefs pouring out of a magician’s pocket. I’ll be darned if I can understand how all that fit inside my (now much smaller) breasts  

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