To the Next Young Black Woman Facing Breast Cancer
“I’ve fervently wished to see women who look like me and have lived through this.”
I’m not supposed to be here
Any updates, bunny?
The best possible diagnosis?
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It had all started about five or six years earlier, around the first time I fell in love. I didn’t know when it would end.
“Even in that happy space, doubt, disbelief, and a gnawing sadness started to swirl, rise, and create confusion.”