December 6th, 2003

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I got a call from my mother earlier this evening, she was preparing me for an oncologist's appointment on Wednesday. She's being tested for new cancer cells in her throat, possibly her lymph nodes and something about her esopagus. She sounded tired, and she told me that she's pretty sure she has it. I got the impression that she doesn't even care. I'm not even thinking about it until I get the test results, and not worrying about it until or unless I have something to worry about. It's been 10 or 15 years since her last bout with this shit, so anything at this point is a possibility.

I don't know where I feel colder, outside of my skin or inside of it.

Fucking hell.
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