Dear my sweet floundering homing humans,

As you know, I don't shift gears well...but I am trying...

I don’t move seamlessly from one chapter to the next.

I’m not doing so hot with this mother of sort of adult children thing.

I’m not doing great with the parameters of my cancer treatment (which less be honest, are horseshit - no estrogen, little wine, lots of broccoli - fucking BS.)

Oh, and I hate my new boobs.

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Dear my sweet floundering homing humans,
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