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At 30, breast cancer. At 40, metastatic. These are my stories of living with "terminal" cancer while trying to care for my parents and brother as they descend into physical and mental chaos, healing my "normal" childhood trauma and how I do it without losing my mind. Hint: dog therapists.
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Sarah Laid Bare 
Seriously?! That was really printed on those stray balloons? Hope you had some fun popping the sh*t out of them!
They’re still floating around in my backyard….stuck in the premises. It’s like we’re having a stare down to see who can outlast the other. Or, I’ve completely lost my shit and I’m just staring at balloons rolling around in my backyard.
I am so hard of hearing…I thought you said “bloom” !!
Hell, I probably did!