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"It's back. It's back. It's back."
Like an endless loop, those words scream in my head, my gut, every single fucking cell in my body, screaming IT'S BACK.
"No. No, its not. Lightening doesn't strike twice in the same place."
This is an example of my internal dialogue after finding a lump again in the same breast that I'd had a lumpectomy in two years previously.
Every time I felt it, a sense of familiarity came over me. I knew in my gut what it was. But denial...
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