Inheriting My Mother’s Body
Twenty years after the not-cancer, my mother died of cancer. Maybe that’s why when they tell me it’s a fibroid I’m so afraid.
my cancerMy cancermy babyMy fibroidWhat’s the difference, anyway?
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