It happened. I have breast cancer. And, yeah, I chose this picture because of the cleavage. I'm planning on a double mastectomy. I see the surgeon on Tuesday. Her name is Dr TITTENSOR!! I am not joking. A breast surgeon whose name sounds like sore tits. I've been prepared for this possibility for 31 years, since breast cancer stole my mom. Yet, I am completely unprepared at the same time.
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