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April 30, 2009
My best friend found a lump in her breast. Today she found out it's cancer. She has two lumps, and it's spread to at least one lymph node.

Some people say we have no say about what happens to us. Other people say we have all the say. Somehow, neither of these absolute views sounds right to me. I think it goes like this:

We choose to live, here in this crazy, mixed-up place. Where things break, break down, break up. Every move we make, our every thought, contributes to the story. But it always ends the same way.