Maybe I was made for you…

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Spending Christmas Eve With Cancer

A team of very serious Smurfs paraded around the room prepping my mother for a surgery that rhymes with the word “Nipple.”
I looked around in confusion. How the hell did we get here?

How was this life?

My mom tried to “bless me”. I stopped her. I told her she could do it later, after the surgery.

I regretted it as soon as the words were out of my mouth.

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