Are you stuck?

The night before my mastectomy was one of the few nights I cried.  I didn’t cry because of the surgery or because of the chemo I was to endure.  I cried because it was over.  Life as I knew it was over and everything was going to change after the surgery.  It’s the place where I get stuck, the place that, if I let it, could take over and pull me under. 

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