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  • Once upon a time I had a friend. She was funny, clever, talented, deliciously wicked, and gorgeous. She loved the sea, and her three boys, and walking her mad dog. She hated being called brave and when she had the all clear she was brimming over with joy and excitement at the future she now knew she had. And she filled that future with sea, boys, sisters, friends, work, writing, dog walking, and love. So, when the all clear became no longer all clear she was shocked. And she raged and howled and heaped her anger against the unfairness of it all, against the lies of the statistics she'd been given, against the horror of the future cut short. And she held onto each moment, angry that she could be leaving so soon. But, finally, she went - unwilling, impotent, her body and face transformed into otherness. And she left behind a space that will never be filled.
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