Breast cancer is never something to laugh about. But every now and then, something will come out of the experience that makes you grin like a fool.
“Sounds like you’re going to nuke me with some
kind of warhead.”
— my dear, late Mama, to her surgeon when the pathology report labeled her carcinoma ‘intermediate nuclear grade’
She was dead serious and looking like she was going to punch him in his jaw. 🙂
READ: Linda G. Hill, One-Liner Wednesday — YOLO
Manuscript. Head. Drawer. 